The bride

A Poem by D Kamdar

It was my sister getting married and joy was splashing all over. On that day she looked like an angel

So clean were her eyes,
So deep was her smile,
her joy came to a rise,
From head to the tile,
All decked up she was,from hair to toes,
In a flawless red saree that could cheat all her foes,
Without having a drink, everyone around were high,
There were no signs at all of any doom or sigh,
Her bonny face was all shining in joy,
Each one was compelled to call her an aesthetic alloy.