The last timeA Poem by BhaktiA 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. . © 2014 Bhakti |
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