The dark red Henna on her hands:
a symbol of beauty, a promise of change.
All dressed up for a new day,
a new year, a whole new life;
she knew not what it meant.
There was laughter and giggles in the air.
Drums were beating, music aloud,
rose petals were thrown as kinship renewed.
She sat there with her fingers crossed,
wondering of what surprises life brought.
She knew not life’s purpose,
she knew not her future.
She just relished in the joy of one day’s fame,
as she sat there on the stage,
a heroine, but only for the day.
A/n: The photograph inspiring this post belongs to midnight studios and was viewed on http://www.mehndiequalshenna.com/wedding-henna-414/