The Bride – by SHABAB NAHIAN KABIR

Her face rested

and she didn’t smile.

Her lips lingered together

stretching in a never-ending line.

Her hair was a bird.

Flying across the skies.

Shiny ornaments flashed light

On her kohl painted eyes.

Her earrings whistled

As the wind passed by

She just sat there

as cold winds sucked the air dry.

Neither did she utter

Nor mumble a word.

Silence

was heard.

What more could you do ?

When fate betrays you ?

Gives you all the happiness in a day

and then takes it all away.

***

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Shabab Nahian Kabir is aspiring poet from Bangladesh. Nahian dreams of a world filled with art and literature. When he’s not writing, you can find listening to music. He considers rain and stars to be magic and that’s writing is to him. Nahian is an editor for the Prestigious Writers ( https://prestigiouswriters.wordpress.com/ ) and publishes work frequently for local magazines. Contact Nahian at shababnahian@gmail.com

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One Comment Add yours

  1. So heart touching poem ……
    Flow of lively imaginations… Wonderful poetry

    Liked by 1 person

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