The Bride

Decked in jewellery, cloth, and make-up sits The bride in all her dazzling glory, Surrounded by fake stars and lamps, well lit, And flowers, and lighting rather poorly. The bride was surrounded by family, With henna'd hands and bindi-covered heads. There was music, and they laughed happily, But the bride was silent with eyes of dread. She was silent, for her thoughts were away, Reminiscing over her past and what Fate would subject this girl to from today. If only she had said no. She had not. Her eyes were downcast, staring at the floor, She was clutching the make-up purse tightly, But none—not one attendant—noticed, for They were dazzled by the ceremony.