Not So Down

Not So Down long poem

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The crowd buzzed like a hornet’s nest
The cacophony too loud
The girl on stage was all alone
Staring beyond the crowd

The colours around
All red and yellow
meant to reflect
The bridal glow

Spectators sitting
Speculations were rife
Where is the groom
To make her his wife?

Her relatives waited
With bated breaths
Exchanging glances
And placing bets

He’s run, he’s gone
Vanished with the rain
If he ain’t coming back
She’s in for a world of pain

Drowning out
These prophets of sorrow
She begged her own mind
For some happiness to borrow

One such night
Oh full of joy
When they found out
They were having a boy

Her hands full of henna
His name carved in
Were pooling with tears
As she reminisced again

He lay beside her
His hands on her tummy
Saying he awaited
The one who’d her ‘mummy’

Suddenly she looked up
For There was a din
The groom has arrived
Let the celebrations begin

In his arms,
he carried the boy
The one who called her mummy
Who was his pride and joy

She looked at him
Bewildered and scared
Why did he bring the child here
With foes everywhere

He just held out his hand
And pulled her close
He said, ” he’s our boy”
“where we go he goes”

“No need to be worried
No one can hurt the child
He maybe a Down’s baby
But he’s still our pride”

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