MixedA Poem by J.P. Bristow
written for my friend and his new wife---love overcomes ignorance and prejudice....
Tradition stands across the street.
With judgement in his eyes.
But I am holding my future
Feeling the warmth of her skin
Her modesty is not draped in a sari
Her skin does not hold our history
She is still beautiful
She is my Sita
I will wait
Not forsaking my father
Even he understands.
© 2011 J.P. Bristow
Added on June 27, 2010
Last Updated on November 21, 2011
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