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Betrothal

Separating her hairs, a strand she put on her face,

Her red bangles were howling love,

as affection on her head was placed.

Shawl placed in a princess crown,

Moon was shining between her brows,

But her smile gracefully equalized the love she held.

A goddess she saw on the mirror that day,

Resembling exact as once her mother explained.

She wasn’t a human willing to get wedded,

In her head, she already bestowed her soul to him.

-Riya Shah

By Ray

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