The destroyed me...

Bride

I will wear the soil of the long roads,with countless footprints marked,erased everyday

As vermilion on my forehead..

I will adore the shackles of Karma as bangles and let myself be caged..

As your gift of love..

I will adorn flowers and wooden beads as my ornaments

And tear drops as Kohl linnings of my eyes..

May my lips remain forever pale..

As I walk ahead,step by step,a bride,wearing white instead of red..

Even if heart bleeds red,even if clothes are stained red,when whole being is tainted..

Only I see myself in white..

I am not a widow,for somewhere he lives,may be far,may be near..

In the beat of my heart,in the groves of leaves,in the dance of wind,in the song of thunder,in the naughtiness of rain and in the anger of summer..

Somewhere he lives,my beloved,and I am his bride,even if he accepts or not..