Sumeet Mukherjee


Bequeathed Bride - Poem by Sumeet Mukherjee

It’s the second round of life
When the bequeathed bride cries
When her fortune takes those drastic turns
In that moment when she tries
The revelation of her fate
Amongst those salty tears
Assuming all the good
But still with a fear
Whether her life

Would fulfill all her dreams
Whether her hubby
Would love or scream
With all the sweet wishes
Leaves the bequeathed bride
To start a journey on her own
She takes that crucial stride

She goes amongst the strangers
Making those subtle adjustment s
Taking all values and ethics
Leading to her final settlement
All the traditions of her family
And the norms bequeathed to that bride
All the teachings of her parents
And the rules she would abide
She showers her unconditional love
To all her in-laws
And sooner or later wins their hearts
Without the condition of any flaws
She deserves all the respect
As all the emotions that she hide
I bow to all those lucky girls
Who one day become the ‘Bequeathed Bride’

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 15, 2009



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