Bid Adieu To Scars

Wrapped in bridal red attire,

Decked in dazzling gold,

All worked up,

Anxious about leaving

The relations behind,

Only to start a life fresh

With the Prince Charming

With the blessings of all.

 

Thousands of dreams,

Weaved in fantasy,

Caged in her heart

To lead a life

In the aura of happiness & care,

In the close embrace of her love.

 

The very first night,

Her dreams were scattered,

Hearing the first verdict

Of her Man.

She was only

An ornamental mistress.

Some other

Reigned

His mind & heart.

 

Trembling,

Shaking,

In pain & disaster,

Watching

The impostor

Shed off his skin

Of mildness.

 

Numerous questions,

Toppled,

Reverberated in her mind.

Why was she chosen

For this catastrophe?

Roping her name,

Deflowering her life,

Where she erred?

 

She cried out loud,

Howled & pleaded

Appealing for the mercy

With a hope

He will melt.

Her pleads went in vain.

He was a living monster

With steel heart & claws..

 

He laughed & thundered,

Narrowing his eyes,

Enjoying her unspeakable plight.

 

She was breached

And,

All her dreams tattered

Before her eyes.

 

Mustering courage,

She walked out,

Trampling

Superficial bindings,

Giving

Imposter a blow

With a vow

To recast

Her life afresh.

© Ila Varma 28-01-2016