Poet – Priyanjana Das
She blushed, smiled and began
I don’t know if I were the happiest woman on earth
The mirror said it all.
Oh no! Not the red saree!
Although it draped flawlessly on my shoulder, peeking from the other side.
I remember nibbling at the golden border
I seemed to spread endlessly, eternally…
Not the white mukut!
It was pinned too hard in place
It didn’t pain. Not that day.
Jewellery? It is never enough!
I had already reserved those earrings for my daughter.
Red and white, lining the jolly curves of my eyebrows
Trying to match up the light in my eyes.
Not the paan paata either!
I’m sure it couldn’t hide my anticipation the part them,
Raised me to the altar gracefully, priceless, but still not the happiest
“Then?” I asked,
She smiled at the carpet “you”
Although it did not seem to be the “me” beside her..