Something about brides….and weddings that gets me misty eyed. Another sonnet written for the same theme, thought I’d share the song that inspired the poem 🙂
Tempestuously, her silver anklets tinkle
Her heartbeat, the ornate bangles, jingle
Mesmerizing eyes hold a million dreams
Emotions run like an inhibited stream
Quivering lips that part into a shy smile
A coy demeanor that spells docile
In a gorgeous braid, her thick long hair
Of fallen petals, the fragrance fills the air
A bedecked palanquin is where she sits
To a new future her past she submits
The bud that flowered in the father’s house
Must now scent the gardens of the spouse
Once a daughter, but now she is a wife
Tradition calls it the circle of life.
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