Her Fated Love

She waited with such excitement for him

Oblivious as to what to expect

Everyone had told her,

She is meant for the one

But, no one asked her what she wanted,

She too like an innocent flower,

Waited for the one,

He would nurture her or destroy her,

She had no idea of his plans for her,

She was not his,

Yet he demanded much of her,

She, who like the flower,

The radiant sun,

She started to get bruised

Losing her shine,

Oh! Why was she meant to be such?

Did she pay too dear a price for her love?

She lived her life for family,

First her own, then his,

Lived for both as they were her own,

But what she was meant for, no one found out.

Abandoned in the silence of her own making,

She held her bleeding heart,

To observe, no doubt, but, from the prying eyes,

If they knew,

What she held so dear,

They said, she would be with him one day,

He said he needs her,

And like an offering, she knew,

She would pass hands,

For now, she felt torn,

Whom should she choose, 

The ones who yet had to give her away,

Or the ones she would one day belong to,

Like another ornament,

Like one more possession,

Changing hands,

Would she belong to herself someday?

Or was she destined to be someone else's?

They flowed free from her eyes,

Like the dew drops on a winter morning,

They were not of her own agony,

But of the one, she cradled in her arms,

For her heart was full,

With overflowing emotions,

Some of her own choice,

And some burdened upon her,

For all the notions,

She felt empty inside,

As drop by drop,

Like rain,

The moisture collected in her eyes,

And flowed thus,

Not sure if she needed to hold them in,

Or just wait till they left her dry and empty,

Such was her love,

A boon, or

A bane,

It was yet to be determined.