Everywhere on floor litter paper cups. <br />Stale smell of jasmine flowers linger on. <br />Lie scattered are crushed carnations of bouquets. <br />Foul sweaty air blows from air conditioners. <br /> <br />Staring at the podium were a sea of sultry faces, <br />Where they exchanged rings and garlands. <br />Masked countenances were many in crowd. <br />Dyed n supplemented whole body by makeup. <br /> <br />A heap of plastic chairs stacked waiting. <br />Glittering graffiti n golden strings fly around. <br />Leftovers dried on dining tables, awaits a wipe. <br />Black ants returns home on a beeline with a morsel <br /> <br />A solitary wick in brass lamp still holds a flame. <br />Masks fallen from faces of dignitaries glares in light, <br />Expressions and emotions in many die stumbling on it. <br />Flow of life continues by sheath of births n deaths. <br /> <br />Beating a retreat sun peeps in with feeble rays. <br />Cast off by bride, a bouquet lie in a corner. <br />Day ends, as priests bid farewell with a grin. <br />Bride and groom enters back from their rest room <br /> <br />Night rides in a chariot driven by horses of time. <br />Couple on a ride to reality gallop on many terrains <br />Shades of moonlit images reflect on their faces. <br />At the end of ride, they alight in crumpled skin. <br />______________<br /><br />Satheesan Rangorath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/post-wedding/
