Letter To A Would Be Wife

She was a young fair lady

As cheerful as the sun,

The beauty of her tenderness

Hidden in her bun.


The golden necklace dangled gracefully

The red dupatta hugged her curves

The golden veil hung in front her eyes

The long wait was getting on her nerves.


The vows were to be made

The groom had to be present

The petals were to be laid

The carpet covered the aisle.


The young fair lady

Soon to be wife,

Walked hand in hand through the aisle

For her only best night.


But where was Ajay?

Her soon to be spouse.

Then a man came up with a letter in his hands.

Suddenly all the laughter died down.


The letter said-

"Dear Aradhya

The day I waited for so long

But still, I am voiceless

In my burning stakes."


Tears trickled from her eyes.

She palmed her face.

The veil was now wet with grief

 Which once dangled with grace.


"Your teardrops fall on my shrine

Your grief engulfs me

Your bloodshot eyes will kill me again

After I saw the true beauty in you.


Remember that your life is not in vain

Your soon to be husband died with a gain

I had to come for my wedding

Yesterday, well my ashes came early.


When the war sprung from all the enmity

All poor men trying to stop it, saying

"We don't want enemies."

Still, they won't stop the trigger.


My camp was killed a bit every day

At last left were Pradhan, Sandeep and me.

We went to feel free amidst fresh air

Away from the environment of war

When a bullet came by...


It wanted to pierce Pradhan's flesh

But he was my best pal!

To save him from its fierce attack

I came to guard him against it.


The bullet went through my stomach

And made a made a hole in it.

Blood trickled from my abdomen.

Like tears trickling from your eyes.


But the love you gave me

Was enough to fill any hole

But one promise I need to make

Before uniting with supreme soul.


Your life is yours

Cherish it the way you can

Be the way you are, a bit shy

But don't cry for me.


The more you cry,

The more I die;

The more you grieve,

The more I bleed.


The future is in front of you

Take it in your hands

Don't grieve for the past

What's gone is already left behind.


The man who came up with this letter

Is my best pal Pradhan

Let him be the one

You thought me to be."


But at that moment

These words were a blur

It was like those a stream

In the vast desert in her heart

Never enough to perish her

But a memory, forever to cherish…