Can't put a finger on what I feel-
in this hall with mild a/c and muted lights,
a self-enclosed world with silk saris,
gold, glitter, suits and coats,
voices rising and falling into weary silence,
cheery laughter, demented screech of children,
and i feel an emptiness-
would like to dine and go back home-
and there they stand on the podium:
the bride and groom, like
two outsized dolls put
out on display.
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