Life has been stuck,
in the ocean of changes.
It seems to be a matter of talk,
while going through the phases.
Upbringing life with with new relations,
adjusting habits with new conditions.
Others highlight the complications,
but adjustment generates a beautiful relation.
Shifting to a new family,
obviates the nature of shyness.
The feeling which an Indian bride carries,
is a matter of innocence.
This new building relation,
again creates a new generation.
And the bride's emotional sensation,
passes with the changing situations.
Thank you so much Sir for giving your valuable time and words of appreciation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine write... Keep it up.. I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too.... Naila
Thank you so much mam.....Surely, I will go through your poem