![]() The Wedding BellA Poem by Avanthika![]() A daughter is always the small child of her father. When she gets married.....we know the pain of getting apart from our family.![]() The Wedding
Bell Tring,tring,
the wedding bell rings Outside
the window the lovely bird sings Such
a lovely day the morning brings getting
attached to the new string.
I
open my eyes, look at the date, Oh
my God,its gonna be late. Quick
for a bath, take another hour, Another
one hour, that’s a lengthy shower.
I
must look, the prettiest among pretty, In
the centre of crowd, I would be kitty. With
beauty at its best, I
come out of the nest.
It’s
my wedding day, From
all that way, Towards
a new home, for a new life. I’ll
be transformed from daughter to wife.
In
the thick of crowd my head bend, upon
the locket he ties the thread. Some
time with dad, can I spend? There’s
no excuse he’s my only friend. Time
to depart Feeling
stuck inside heart. When
others smiled I cried, The
reason I give, because am bride.
My
eyes search for my father, But
no one seems a bit to bother. I
search, I hunt then I cry, like
I was giving my last try.
I
feel so sad, I
don’t see dad, I
sense loneliness, My
father’s my weakness.
Tring
tring, the alarm bell rings, Outside
the window, the bird still sings. The happiest day, my husband brings.
I
see my father, that’s a big thing.
© 2014 AvanthikaAuthor's Note
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27 Reviews Added on September 18, 2014 Last Updated on September 18, 2014 Tags: wedding, father- daughter relation, fathers love Author![]() AvanthikaCanadaAboutI'm a 19 year old classics student (study of Ancient Greece & Rome + Latin & Ancient Greek), and I like to read and write in my spare time. more..Writing
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