Palanquin

When you sat 

On the palanquin, 

Wearing the things 

That my fortune 

Couldn't make 

Your embellishments

My heart got punctured, 

Though the beats 

Didn't stop, 

My will to leave ended.

 

Being the bride, 

You left to accomplish 

Your mission 

And like a defeating lover, 

I stranded at the ocean 

Of own frustration, 

Wanting the tide 

To take me to the abyss forever.