From bride to mother

Her kumkum was a radiance
to irrigate the ripples of boundary
Her Kaazal embellishes the
deck of is victory
Her accessories accessorizes the
ambiguity of wads
Her bangles and anklets
waiting for real him tonight
Her golden imprint saree
values her rate this night
Will she melt her in his incense
Or will she crack her bangles for his need
Will his vermillion, cupboard her vanity in red
Or she will prism her dreams from weed
Is she a bride or 15year teenage girl
Let you say on behalf!

By Sunayana ( Yana )

Indonesia