Gems, Diamonds, gold’s with pearls,
Shining atop its heights…, the mightiest door.
And the angels, Young with girls,
All in silvery whites, by its sides
And the precious of all, in center, in front,
Her charm, beauty and smile, awaiting her groom.
Oh, the pain she went through,
Oh, those bloodstained tears,
Oh, her path to this mighty door…
Oh, that ceremonial wedding...
She sat for her dine,
The trumpets, the music, the songs,
Her fingers trembling,
The fork into loose
Spices mixed with pain into tears
That turned into a veil, only in vain
The boys, the kids, the girls, in rhythm
But a nightmare, for her, to be hence.
Enjoying her beauty, the prince of the day,
Decorated, jewels and stones,
By her side, his eyes staring his beautiful bride
Obstructing his view, her hairs…,
Her two lone hairs, hanging, in front her eyes,
Like two grasses, in envy, to cover the moon of its shine.
Quickly did his fingers moved, to fly them off, her eyes,
But not those, of her mind.
The prince of her past, in the corner,
Zigzag shaggy dress, decorated, stitches and shades,
Covering, the bleeding wounds, his body his heart
And his fingers dug into his curled hairs
Her kisses, her touch, all gone and no more,
Unwillingly accepting the truth, the blood and pain.
“Oh my love…,”he knew, she loved…
Too late, a scene for now…
Her eyes shining with the brightness, her cheeks,
A flash, do they bring back his memories,
The touch of those, still in his heart,
The birds that flew over their love
The air that filled their breath, its scent,
The sea of roses, red and white, they sailed,
His hand, his feet, his heart burning,
The last trumpets heard into his ears,
And she departs, into the room.
Seconds passed ….hours, everyone waiting
The light to appear, but not yet…
But a girl opened, and stepped in…..
A scream, a terrible scream, louder than the trumpets…..
In a rush, the kids, the girls, the boys,
The prince of the day, and of her past…
She lay in the pool of her blood,
Still in her wedding dress, decorated, the scent
Her sorrow, pain and struggle, hid within,
And her love afloat, her blood, the diamonds shining…
Her true prince, falls, her feet,
Kisses into kisses, whites into reds,
His lips, all red….and he shouts….
“Oh my love, forgive….My love, forgive…”
Never a kiss, this deep,
Never an eye, this red,
And never a love, this far….
He lifts his eyebrows, finds his princess,
In front, in center, the mightiest door,
Decorated, gems, diamonds and pearls,
Her wedding dress, awaiting him,
And the angels, Young with girls,
All in silvery white, by her sides……
©Anees Rahman
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