In the midst of all the flurry
while we prepare your extravagant departure
Defining and abiding by the mores
of a typical Indian wedding affair
often a heart of the father weeps,
For not being able to see his little
princess who walked around the home
In her pink frock with panache and
pride carrying in her toy basket, now everyday of the week
watching her grow tall n pretty for a stranger to come by and take her away through
ceremonies all glitzy
It often makes him sigh under his breath
as he muses over the past
Every time she hopped in his arms.
A mother who watched you laugh
Who watched you cry
Who became the secret-miss-know-it-all of your
life
Who knew your secrets no matter how hard you
tried to conceal
She still vows to never reveal and love you
despite your mischief.
Her heart often gasps for a breath that would envelope
all that she had of you and your memories
the smile, the tears, the excitement and your
fears.
She wishes to store it all in her cradle of
your memories.
Often the heart of your younger brother speaks
of exhilaration on the prospect of your wedding ceremony
Oblivious to the fact that he would have to
give away his secret fairy
Who granted all his wishes without making any
demands.
A heart of a younger sister seeks for a friend
throughout the winter
To cover her with warmth when the sun goes
down
and loneliness descends all around,
You did it all these years
Rendering her a pillow made of hopes of a new
dawn.
But now her heart often swells up with emotions
The thoughts of letting you go
Only to walk up in an empty bedroom
To sleep alone in the dark
Without having you around to have the last
chat before the dawn.
Now you would build up a new home,
A home that will be your new family and more
But we wish for you all the love in the world
For you would always be your father’s little
princess,
Your mother’s pretty girl, your brother’s
secret fairy
And your sister’s star in the entire galaxy.
