The last time

The last time

A Poem by Bhakti

A whiff of cool breeze finds its way

Through the window,I gaze at the world outside

Rays of the sunlight filter through the feathery clouds

Highlighting the various shades of red and blue.

Carefree,ecstatic laughter echoes through the valley

Young boys play soccer outside

Roll in the mud,over each other.

Unfazed by the loud explosions

That go off now and then.

Nearby,the fishes play among each other

The sun glistens on the surface of the river

Back home,the ladies grind the turmeric sticks

With tunes of traditional folklore abound.

Lifting my lehenga,the girl starts her task

Adorning my petite legs with henna,

I get up,spoiling the intricate designs done by her

Despite the ladies,I run towards the freely flowing river

I run towards the setting sun,

Play with the kids.merrily

Sink my henna-painted legs in the river

Laugh till I cry,Cry till I sleep

One last time,

Before being chained into a forced wed-lock.

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© 2014 Bhakti


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Added on February 28, 2014
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Bhakti
Bhakti

Pune, India



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