Seated in the room
The multitudes elsewhere
Lingering laughter
Echoing in the corridor
Decked from head to toe
Flowers, silver and gold.
A genuine smile on one
Waiting for the him she loved
the thrill of new beginnings
sending butterflies flying...
A sad, longing glance thrown
Hennaed hands and feet
Wondering how bankrupt
Her parents were over this...
Nervous, fidgety moments
The woman in her happy
The woman in her happy
The cell phone never
Seemed to cease ringing
Friendly, bossy conversations
All at once overwhelming...
She sat with dead eyes
In the only new Saree owned
Her past, present, future
Remain unchanged
This was just another home
Where poverty still resides
New mouths to feed for old...
In four corners somewhere
Tied by a single thread
A day to bind them somehow
Four brides in their wedding best.
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.