Before the exchange of the marriage vows,
on that faithful day when the clouds above the mountains were tainted beautifully with colours of pomegranate
My dad took me in secretly and sat me down on the dinning stool
Son, marriage is a tangible substance that must be held fragile with excellent spirit
Why? I asked
It is not a major achievement he added
But it is a predestined ritual that must be done before the nick of time
If the soul must be at rest he explained
And the entrance of any marriage without adequate preparation is a long term suffering
He warned!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmmmmmm....memories.... memories...memories 🤔🤔🤔