Sitting On A Bridal Stage - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
What are the daughters!
What are the grand daughters!
Sitting on a bridal stage,
adding a beautiful page,
in a language to be felt only,
a bud of rose for smelt only,
set in a mold of dreams,
slowly swimming in the nature's streams,
seeing themselves as a bride of future,
an awaited and thrilling adventure,
hoping to get love of a lovely spouse,
at the cost of their years old house.
May I order you God?
If not, I request a nod,
give me a blessing moment for once only,
can you give it at once only?
A moment in that I can order to you,
after that I shall surrender to you,
you will not erase this beautiful page,
promise her before she leaves the stage!
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