ram kausik - Bride

Bride in the palanquin was bawling,
That she’s going to leave her mother’s home forever,
And Tear dropp crawling on her pelt as pearl piece coming out of the shell,
By which even sun became dull and dim,

Even the bearers get sad so they ramble their energy and couldn’t lift the palanquin but strives to lift,
Even dog roared with sorrow of division of parent and child,
And “Now no one called her as a child of a father but wife of a husband”.

ram kausik

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