Wrote this poem on my sister's wedding 11 years back
Today is an important day of her life
Today she is dressed up as a bride
There are thousand dreams in her eyes
Her eyes… sparking , beautiful and bright
Her mind is thinking about her past
As if, yesterday, she was a baby and now grown so fast
Where at each step , she was guided by her mother
A strong support , given by her loving brother
Don’t know what tomorrow has planned to show
As she belongs to someone with expedition of few vows
Suddenly , a tear dropped from her eye
But, she couldn’t find the reason Why ?
Her mother kissed her and wipped those tears
“This is the destiny of a woman” said mom “Dear”
We all remember the good old days when we used to just sit and stare at our gorgeous mother making pickles,helping her but actually ruining the most. Well I do! Those Paperboat ads sure may seem a bit cliché at times but sometimes souls demand cliché.
Thanks to Priyamvada Lonial for all the last minute help.