Henna

 

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/

10 comments

  1. aimster813 · March 15, 2014

    Excellent poem, she sounds magnificent!

  2. Harliqueen · March 15, 2014

    Brilliant poem 🙂 Went with the pic perfectly.

    • anumshafique · March 16, 2014

      Thank you so much, you’re too kind! Next week I’ll be seeking inspiration from music. So stay tuned! 🙂

  3. randomrose · March 16, 2014

    Lovely poem, did I detect an arranged marriage and she is hesitant about her future?

    • anumshafique · March 16, 2014

      Perhaps… Perhaps she is just hesitant, period. LoL, thank you! 🙂

      • randomrose · March 16, 2014

        I am pleased she is just hesitant. I read to much into it.

  4. meganperri · March 17, 2014

    Relishing in the joy of one day’s fame is something we can all relate to. Stunning photo, and beautiful words!

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