Forlorn

Forlorn became I, 

Upon witnessing people 

Throwing confetti 

On you and your bridegroom 

On the altar. 

Forlorn became I 

To see sanguine vermilion 

On your forehead 

And sacred thread in your neck.

Yes, 

Forlorn became I to see your

Bridal laughter and bridal tear.

Sitting on the palanquin 

Of handsome dreams, 

You left 

But forlorn became I 

To feel the interminable pain 

In my heart.