Atul Rajesh Sharma

The Bride

See there, the bride sits with so steady face,
And all th' palanquin bearers are her kin
Who carry her to all a brighter race.

The bride sways there, so purified of sin,
And sings a tune o' a melancholy land
But all that she receives is a mere grin.

Her body is placed there as though a stand

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