Weddings are so red and yellow and everything that's joy,
But to see the grief so grave, look to the bride's peers,
To her parents, her home, her eyes, even her gown played not in coy,
People would forget the the bride's wimpers over the cheers,
Only at the parting would her tears outrun all, now it's cloy,
The time left would be never enough to make an imprint for years.
No men can ever understand the pain of a woman being forcefully taken to another home.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
