Like the fiery Golden ball
She glimmers in a red Banarasi
her hazel coloured eyes twinkling,
emanating a stream of hope,
Her Auburn hair garlanded
with jasmine buds, spreading
an invigorating fragrance
her milky-satin toes embellished
in passionate red design
symbolize deity resides in her,
the melodious clinking
of her gold bangles
resonating the warm wishes
of her parents,
the blood-red vermilion
adorning her forehead
assures the change
of the name
of her Guardian,
The new bride basking
at every touch of
Her Man!
Miles away…
Appearing like
a chunk of broken cloud
She crouches on the mud
draped in a pearly white saree;
Others blame her for her loss,
the saltwater creek that trickles down
her turquoise eyes, narrate
her suffering, her silent pain
her messy brown hair tucked
in a loose bun show
her hopeless state,
her burnt, cracked heels
swollen fingertips
depicts her battle with
everyday life,
the colourful glass bangles
that once ornamented her sleek wrist
now lay shattered into
numerous shards, each reflecting
her depressing image,
her broad empty forehead
looks dull, colourless
leaving tiny traces of red vermillion
that the others failed to wipe,
Her Guardian name
still the same
but her reality changed, forever.
One world-different rules
One culture-different practise
One life-different hardship
Diverse thoughts of United mankind!
(Wrote this poem for a prompt during the #NaPoWriMo challenge.)
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