There she goes…
Leaving behind her friends and family…
And the routine life that she is used to…
She goes to a new house unflinchingly…
She blends with their family…
And she makes a family of her own…
She becomes the pillar of support…
And endures the pain and insults.
She smiles and spreads warmth.
Then she becomes mother…
The visible God!
And here she goes…
To build a nest of her own…
Carrying many dreams along with tears….!
this feels a bit cyclic...like a progression...that will continue on for eternity.....
ReplyDeleteI think I agree with you :)
DeleteSuper.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what to admire more ... your painting or your poetry, 'cause both blend so fabulously into a beautiful whole ... awesome :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Amrit :)
Deletelovely painting and b'ful verses!!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Ankita:)
DeleteSimple yet the tale of every woman....I hope without the tears though.
ReplyDeleteIs that your paitning? If yes, it is brilliant!
Thanks a lot Red.
DeleteAnd yes, it is my painting.
A fact in touching words.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rudra :)
DeleteOmg..the painting is so beautiful , same ike ua words
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot! :)
DeleteBeautiful wedding painting :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Anjali :)
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