Meek and timid eyes
Waiting for her Prince Charming
Ready to run far.
He had to come now
To save her from a marriage
With unknown stranger.
This fight never ends
She sighed and thought in her mind
And gave up her soul.
No, she is not dead
Nor is she alive, living,
Someone else's dream.
Why is it a rule?
For parents to conclude from
Their child's bread to bride?
Written for A to Z April Challenge, 2016.
Written for Haiku Horizons: "run"
I really love this poem. There's just something about it that speaks to me.
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@C R Ward
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Deep thoughts. Very well penned.
ReplyDelete@payal agarwal
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It's a beautiful one!
ReplyDelete@ArchanaC Kapoor
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