The Wedding. Poem by Arfa Iris

wedding day of my sister,
for ever i will remember.
the day she got married,
i was happy and also worried.
my lips were smiling
and my eyes crying,
my face was glowing,
at the same time, tears flowing.
it was really abstruse,
i struggled not to make fuss.
my body was dead beaten,
my mind full of worries hidden.
and fear of facing loneliness
but heart wishing her happiness,
with no single moment of sadness.
giving her blessings like shower,
and praying of her joy forever.
all though this is very few,
i hope god turns my wish true.