My Bride Draped In Pride
My Bride Draped In Pride
The first Sun of the cerulean sky; beheld her bonnie face,
The sun-drenched aroma of her skin; wafted o'er the place.
The night before; I saw her face as a moonbeam through the night,
Bright red benarasi saree she wore; her lips unveiled her fight.
Her eyes were plunged in shyness dark; with streaks of ardent kohl,
I could see her wizened desires inside her covert soul.
A thousand stabs of vilification yearned to speak once more,
All concealed in the hush of ages yet imprinted on the yore.
Her tears no longer had the gleam of a reddened downpour,
Her eyes no longer held the smudge that spoke of her broken core.
Her silence had miles to say and miles remained unheard,
I could hear those anguished groans that found no starchy word.
Clothed in red, her ashen soul craved to bloom again,
Perhaps; she felt my noble warmth as a last recourse from pain.
Those lousy lanes had gnawed her heart; every single day,
Her agony gasped for pristine air; her voice yearned to say.
They tagged her a whore; a befouled wench who shall feed on grime,
The shackles around her senile soul were neglected by the cream.
Those anorexic rooms too flooded in gloom made her a breathing dead,
She found no words to utter in voice; her cravings conked unsaid.
I found her soul; too sublime that cried in concealed pain,
I saw her dreams bleached o'er time; too frail amid insane.
With hues of love, I sketched her dreams; I taught her wings to fly,
I made her cherish the unclouded world and made her kiss the sky.
Her songs were no more staccato rhymed; they found a dogging flow,
A promise I made to her afflicted heart; together we shall grow.
Beyond the crust of sycamores; beyond the crummy dust,
We shall paint another world with beams of love and trust.
She's my bride; draped in pride and I shall own her smile,
I shall adorn her heart and skin till the end of the mile.
I shall make her behold the stars o'er the acmes of bliss,
Amid the stars of tinselled glow; we shall savor our kiss.