BRIDE
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The noose of marriage
Round her neck
She stands on the threshold
Of an alien male world
Like a muted beast
Fattened for slaughter.
She weeps in her heart
For the agony of being the Other
Hiding her eloquent tears
From the laser eyes of men
Penetrating her bridal costume
To look at her womanness.
The mark of bondage
On her sad forehead
She walks in through the doors
Of an unfeeling male world
Like the meek Desdemona
To be strangled for fidelity.
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Copyright@Abraham MA
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