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Her Life

Published by shishirnitam in category Poetry with tag bride | celebration | groom | Life | wedding | woman

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Poem on Woman – Her Life
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The manifestation of the great celebration

Begins with the congregation of all cousins .

So was the great event of her life,

She was about to become the wife.

They got the perfect bridal dress

All the Aunt’s and sister’s were impressed.

The festivity was of a long week

The bride was sitting there all meek.

The wedding bells rang

And the old cronies sang.

 

They performed all the rituals

Among all the noise and babbles.

The relative brought   gifts

As the melancholy music drifts.

She had tiaras and  bangle

And silver anklet at her ankle.

She had all the finest sari

The bride was shining brightly.

Bride was  loaded with all the bling-bling

The groom felt himself to be the king.

She began her life’s second inning

She was a petite thing.

 

It was excepted of her to be a good wife

A fully functional  housewife.

So every morning she woke at first alarm ring

It just went once trrrrrring.

She had no button called snooze

She could shame a whole crews.

She knew all the spice can in the queues

She never missed when the bill was due.

While the pot of coffee brew

She hastily patched her shoe-sole with glue.

 

And then it’s always  8 o’clock

Time to march down the blocks .

To get the earliest bus,

On time in the office is also a great plus.

Toiling through the day

She didn’t notice the last sun ray.

Up-up time to go home,

Maybe an hour will be left to roam.

One day she will visit all the worlds wonder

Well that’s what she hopes at least once.

Right now she will deal with traffic nuisance

This is a major daily grievance.

 

Then along time will come bundle of joy

Constant crying, nagging will annoy

But she will be as calm as saint

Because she can deal in all complaint.

Then one day she will realize

Looking  at dying flies

That her skin  is dry

But she has groceries to buy.

Then in a blink

She will be searching her daughter’s wedding link.

In  few months she will see  a grandchild

She will smile and her heart will be running wild.

And likewise life will play its course

May divine bless her with all its force.

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