"BRIDE"

She was born in her mother's lap,
                          and rode on her father's shoulders,
her grandma's tales made her clap,
                           and siblings brangles turned her bolder.

She pranced,danced and sang ,
                            made her neighbours dement,
loitered clamorously with her gang,
                            sometimes pestered father for a cent.

She became her mother's best
                            but slinkly grew into her friend,
steathily crossed her father's chest,
                             was now prepared to follow the customary trend.

Time comes to seek a decent alliance,
                             and lock of wedding fences her hopping,
her wimple and gown makes her pliance,
                              moved her lips like syncoping.

Behold her plunging into an alien land,
                            where  every face bearing an exotic mask,
aslants her with envious bland,
                              can she ever accomplish this irking task.

                                                                                                       By -  Rohit Raj