The Wedding BellA Poem by AvanthikaA 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 AuthorAvanthikaCanadaAboutI'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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