Here comes the bride: POEM

Dressed in a bleached bright white dress Her beauty is a reality that blossoms in the garden of vanity Her touch to humanity falls deep into inanity Far to be reached by a clear sanity

I looked through her veil the caption of images were in vain

And all that sat in my eyes were the evil eyes of a monster

Thoughts of a wolf that impersonated a sheep resonated in my mind

She wore gloves to cover the blood

That drips from the tips of her fingers

When she walks she tiptoes

Because the click of her heels

Echoes the cries from the children

Whose meal she stole from their stomachs

Give a little and take more, the principle of her profits

From the bouquet of flowers she carried

I could smell the sweat of labourers

Labourers that stand naked irrespective of the weather

Their minds have been conditioned on mining the graves

While their seeds lay scattered around unfertile soil

I look outside the window so as to wipe the corner of my eye

A glimpse of mourning widows caught my sight

Who keep their stares fixed at the bride.

Whatever their further losses and pains are,

It all shall fade away but sadly never to be regained.

Her groom is a noble selfless man

A slow paced pawn that worn a crown

He would emerge and verge his sword to cut the chains

On the hands of his depressed nation that lives on the edge

A sensational man whose mind is now weakened, the reward of love

And I was that blind old man who stood by the site

Reciting this vision of the ceremony to his deaf mute son

Watching the prophet of doom blessing this union

The groom kissed his bride and celebrated

The nation applauded and danced I hope the music never stops.