BEING A BRIDE....

"POETRY IS THE MUSIC OF SOUL AND ABOVE ALL,OF GREAT AND FEELING SOULS".VOLTAIRE.

I could hear my heart thumping,
i could hear the joy around,
i could hear children laughing,
but no one could hear my bleating heart.

i could see my nervous face in mirror,
with tons of makeup on it,
i could see the glitter on my mother's face,
like the glitter of my jewel
i could see my father's smiling face,
but no one could see my sad face.

my parents had already given what
groom asked for.
i was scared if he would
ask for more
i did not want to marry him,
but being scared i agreed

why should brides family give
money to groom?
this is the only business
where owner has to pay money
to buyer to take away the commodity.

i am not a poet,
i dont know how to write rhyming sentences
or poetic devices
but what i write ,
i write it from my heart
please give it a thought while you read

now i look back at
that day when i became a bride
curse be on that day
let that day be removed from the whole year
i ask every girl to stand up for herself,
for what you feel is wrong

i smiled at my parents,
pain was killing me,
i saw tears rolling down from
their old eyes maybe cursing themselves
after all their little angel,
was lying on bed half BURNT....... .......



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