I recently started sharing my dedications on my blog. Most of the time, when I write a poem, I have someone who repeatedly appears in my mind when I read it again. Why didn't I think of this before? This poem is dedicated to Kiran Susan. :)
An invisible bride stands tall and proud,
She swims with the pearls often,
and like a liquid spirit, she creates more life,
bringing colour to the quiet world;
but she still arrogantly awaits her groom.
Her spirit lingers everywhere, searching;
searching desperately for her groom,
throwing tantrums at her mother and bridesmaids,
whether she will wed him one day, it is not known.
An invisible bride stands tall and proud,
clothed in nature’s eternal wedding gown.
She turns a deaf ear to the cloud’s lectures,
and patiently awaits her groom.
She turns a deaf ear to the cloud’s lectures,
and patiently awaits her groom.
She speaks to the pearls on her dress;
with her breath, she brings them to life.
She lets them play on the smooth material,
and explore the depths of its bubbly train.
with her breath, she brings them to life.
She lets them play on the smooth material,
and explore the depths of its bubbly train.
She swims with the pearls often,
and like a liquid spirit, she creates more life,
bringing colour to the quiet world;
but she still arrogantly awaits her groom.
Her spirit lingers everywhere, searching;
searching desperately for her groom,
throwing tantrums at her mother and bridesmaids,
whether she will wed him one day, it is not known.
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