Prettily clad in the galore of Artisan ,the bride of night walks in .

It is a heavy night,

stars are all over.

Bride of night walks in,

the chamber of darkness stirs.

This must be you,

This has to be you.

In anticipation, my body stirs.

This veil in between us has to go.

Night has to descend and accentuate.

This ‘bride’ might have to

not wait & let go.


About Sumita Jetley

I had never thought that writing takes such a heart in me. I never had thought that I and it would be in each other but suddenly I as well know, life is never without it be, expressed and relished in its foremost quiet beauty.
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