she was a beautiful maid
full of beauty and gaiety
ready to bloom, to wed
a picture of beauty, frailty.
you stole her wedding gown
crushed her life under your feet
you wanted to seal her doom, her ruin
you changed her beautiful fate.
there was no fault of her
you wanted to destroy her
to avenge your wronged sister
wronged by the groom about to wed her.
she discarded the gown, picked up shroud
now you scream, you run, you try to hide
but wherever you go you hear her laughter loud
you are stalked by a shroud wrapped bride.
Sharmishtha basu
24.10.10
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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