Bride's mind

On the verge she is standing,

With the two loves of his life .

To one she was a daughter, 

To one she’ll be a wife. 

what she might be thinking,

The scepticism she is in;

No wonder she is addled

With the chaos framing her.

Merry faces, tiny tots, blessings all around.

Is she happy? is she lost ?

The answer can’t be found.

So all those imprimatur faces,

Are they supposed to stay?

Or is she the one naive but brave,

Who ought to fight alone.

Is this a battle?or the new life,

Should it be fought or lived?

But somehow she advanced, 

With the questions of this kind.

A messed up place, 

With elation and fear.

Nothing could calm, the brides mind.

-Aayush