I often tell my beloved,
Please adorn me with beautiful,
Jasmine flowers.
Like a lovely bride, I should look.
Once, I had long shining silky hair,
And I loved to wear jasmine flowers,
But I cut my hair short.
But don't be stingy
Tuck jasmine flowers only, in my hair.
Cover me with kanjeepuram sari only,
Else I will question you.
As I love to look today,
Like a beautiful bride.
Cover me with full of fragrance,
As I love perfumes,
My eyes to be beautifully drawn with,
Eye Liner.
Of course, be careful as it may hurt me too.
No lipstick as I don't like.
Yeah but scented talcum powder would be fine for me.
And one big bindi on my forehead.
And a small sandal wood paste on top of it.
I should look like a beautiful bride.
Ain't I?
Don't wake up the bride.
She is in her deep sleep....
Let her sleep!
Note..In this poem, I portrayed a scene of a woman whose husband fulfils her last death wishes. Like a bride she was decorated and taken for funeral. Thats why I said last lines...let her sleep...
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© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
very much feminine Geetha, thank you .....Cover me with full of fragrance, liked this line very much.
Let her sleep an eternal sleep and bridal beauty shines in deference to her wish..........Geetha........a very touching poem indeed...................
I have seen many times during my childhood, when a suhagan (a woman whose husband is alive) died she was made a bride before her funeral. That is one of the beauties of Indian culture. You have nicely painted a picture of this centuries old tradition.
Ah, funeral...how painful for the hubby and at the same time...how mournfully joyous to bid adieu to her fulfilling her last wishes. Pathos......tears...in abundance.
.........a touching poem Geetha mam, the tradition of adorning a bride before her last ride, is to celebrate her happiness of dying married.........................an indeed soulful write ...........Its really sad to adorn your wife with jewels, and put her in hands of fire...........
Hello Geetha I have seen many beautiful people sleeping peacefully in their casket. I used to sing to them all when I polished their caskets, just them and I in the room. I often wondered if they were wanting to say Do you mind not singing....... As always I love your words Geetha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem Geetha.