RESURRECTION
When I wear the golden band,
I didn’t know;
It’d be a clutch on hand.
When I wear the bridal dress,
I didn’t know;
It’d falter my free steps.
When I signed the sacred document,
I didn’t know;
It’d be a ghostly monument.
When I reached the unknown path,
I didn’t know;
It’d lead to my first death.
As the birds caught in a gale,
My thoughts have begun to wail.
Am I going to surrender to the death?
Or
Am I going to resurrect from death?
I didn’t know;
It’d be a clutch on hand.
When I wear the bridal dress,
I didn’t know;
It’d falter my free steps.
When I signed the sacred document,
I didn’t know;
It’d be a ghostly monument.
When I reached the unknown path,
I didn’t know;
It’d lead to my first death.
As the birds caught in a gale,
My thoughts have begun to wail.
Am I going to surrender to the death?
Or
Am I going to resurrect from death?
This Poems Story
Marriage is like a first death to some women.
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