Wedding by Kumarendra Mallick

So what, on a wedding day, birds painting swith henna, mehendi, myrtle leaf paste, making the diagrams, designs as motifs in sketches and drawings auspicious, folksy, adorning, decorative and aesthetic on the clouds? I can see imagery is at work. Dream, colour, fancy and imagination dot the poem throughout the end. The flights of imagination as observed after a reading of the small unit of poetry are noteworthy. Wedding day celebration, expectation and hope adding to gala and glitz, what to tell about reception? So, let us keep us dreaming.

bijay kant dubey
12/13/2016 23:50 PM

Thank you, Bijay babu for your narration of the bride - shy and sad, to a house - unknown and undreamt, too. It is a pleasure to have your kind response.

kumarendramallick
12/13/2016 16:55 PM

With rajanigandha blooms
Stuck into the braid
Of the hair,
The sandalwood paste dots
On the face,
The hands myrtle-embroidered
The girl bride going
With the shehnoi and the dhol
And the band music,
The palanquin and bagpiper music,
The dhiols sounding,
In a red Benarasi sari
Satin-brocaded and silken,
The eyes collyrium-eyed
And teary-eyed
With the drops of tears
Spilling over
And she trying to hide in
And wipe out,
Going to an unknown house
Mehendi-laced, vermillioned
And bangled and ornamented
An Indian bride.

bijay kant dubey
12/13/2016 10:18 AM

The wedding bells are sounding
For the Indian girl
Dyed with henna (mehendi)
The palms
Embroidered with
The designs
And going to her in-laws'
Unknown house
With tears into the eyes
On a palanquin
Carried by the carriers.

bijay kant dubey
12/13/2016 10:11 AM

Thank you, Aparna for the lovely henna design.

kumarendramallick
12/13/2016 09:25 AM

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