Kashsho The Bride

Kashsho The Bride short poem

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A pretty damsel clad in her White Wedding Gown,
As if a heavenly Hoori from paradise is coming,
With her jewelled crown.
The white transparent veil can’t conceal her beauty,
The moon-faced bride is looking extremely pretty.

Her midnight eyes could eclipse the day,
Her smiling brightened face and her charming,
Sways. The marriage-hall is full of people,
Decorated with flowers and multicoloured,
Flowing lights.There comes the Bride,
What a marvellous Sight!

The bride is standing near the three-layerd,
Cake, Her trousseau in shining wrappers is,
well packed.Anxiously waiting for her soulmate,
Both of them had no glimpse of each other,
Till the sacred moment they patiently awaited.

There comes the groom with the strings of flowers,
The handsomest dazzling youth now enters Zahra-Towers,
The marriage-Hall is full of flowers and balloons,
The groom’s face is radiating as a full moon.
What a marvellous couple God has matched,
With purest love and affection they must be attached.

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I am a graduate in psychology from Aligarh Muslim university Aligarh.I got my early education from Lucknow and Faizabad.I started writing poetries from the age of seventeen.i've written1000 poems in English and Urdu.still scribbling more poems.
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