The moment my niha was fixed
My father praised all the
Hundered and eight lords
My mother prayed to shower
All their blessings upon me
My brother pictured the moment
To imprint it in our book
And as all three cuddled me
I felt their relief.

But looking at the photo
I couldn't identify myself
Pale as the evening moon
Dull as a wilted rose
Cause I was going away
From my abode of happiness.

I grew up here amidst
My brother's silly fights
And irresistable love
My mother's tantrums
And pure affection
My father's angry voice
And soft cries.

Now to walk away with
A charming prince
By relieving the burden
From my father's shoulder
Satisfies me
But the thought of leaving them
Deepens the pain
In my heart.

As a typical girl
On the day of my wedding
Entrapping all my feelings
Within this book
And wrapping the dupatta over my head
I walked down the aisle
To my bridegroom
Leaving behind my footprints
And memories
in a box in the attic!
© Bhargavi