THE BRIDE
The much awaited day has come at last,
To the blossoming of my dreams utmost.
The bangles, the jewels, got me everything
I look resplendent; almost as a new thing!
I hear in me a song of love,
To which I tune my ears as a dove.
I am the focus, the centre and the pride;
But alone, all alone as a bride!
Nobody thinks, but I,
That today I will die;
For me to resurrect as two,
When we begin a life anew.
A flustered voice calls me inside;
Agonizing over this death, in tears.
For there is nothing as my own.As it all comes to be our own.
The much awaited day has come at last,
To the blossoming of my dreams utmost.
The bangles, the jewels, got me everything
I look resplendent; almost as a new thing!
I hear in me a song of love,
To which I tune my ears as a dove.
I am the focus, the centre and the pride;
But alone, all alone as a bride!
Nobody thinks, but I,
That today I will die;
For me to resurrect as two,
When we begin a life anew.
A flustered voice calls me inside;
Agonizing over this death, in tears.
For there is nothing as my own.As it all comes to be our own.
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