The Yellow Taxi Poem by Sumanta Dhar

The yellow taxi
Pulls on slowly
Near the flower bedecked gate
The smell of one night stale petals
The faded hue of blooms
Tries to appeal the onlooker
One last time
May be.
A face appears above
From the balcony
And swiftly disappears
A commotion ensues
A slight din
Prominet in the silence
Of winter dawn
The pale orange glow
Had just started
Smearing the eastern sky
There come from within
Ullulation and shrill cry
Of women folks
Resonate near the stair case
The bride in a red sari
The vermillion on her forehead
Is bright as sunlight of a summer day
Her eyes swollen
Welling up more tears
She clings from one shoulder to another
Sometimes her mother
And then to her brother
She tries to hide her crying face
Somewhere.
The embarrased groom,
Tries to put up a thoughtful face,
Laced with a hint of impatience,
They board the taxi.
Today she is going to untie her all knots
She is leaving behind all she was
Now it's a new beginning for her
A new life.
The yellow taxi
Pulls on,
Once again.
Once again