Lamentation On Lost Love... Poem by Bharat Trivedi

The shrill serenades
drifting from flutist’s clarinet
rush to dance with the rhythmic beats of the wedding drums.
Festoons of golden marigolds bound with mango-green leaves
auspiciously dangle at the decorated doors.
Tear smudged pearl-drops drip from your hazel eyes
and rivulets of kohl streaming down your rosy cheeks
moisten your henna-adorned hands,
while pantomime-faced guests flock to witness
the ceremonial wedding of two strangers

Dressed in glittering gold-dusted wedding robes,
he will arrive on a galloping white-maned mare.
and will lead you to take matrimonial vows,
while your dainty lotus-petals feet
embellishing silver-belled anklets
will follow him to circle the holy fire seven times.
Then both of you will metamorphose
as ‘man’ and ‘wife’…

As you wait in a sparkling ruby-red bridal dress
for your groom to approach
the nuptial mahogany bed of frail flowers
and cosset the swooning pink fragile rosebuds
to maul them later under his masculine midnight thrusts!
While his licentious eyes will greedily undress your virgin contours,
the shame of your silent undress will
sneak out from the depth of your cloaked desires!
And you will transform into a submissive spouse
to warm his bed and feed his hungry loins…

At the advent of dawn,
fading porcelain moon
mourns the loss of your red-stained virginity,
and my lost love will only be a bloody red relic
of my antique past…

Copyright ©2007 Bharat B. Trivedi