By the sacred Moon that reflects in the tranquil waters,
Standing by the Golden Temple of Amritsar ,
I promise myself to you.
Let us face the wrathful Tigers of doubt that haunt us,
Together we will overcome fear,
Together we will fly.
I will walk with you through eternal darkness,
I will carry the bright light of joy,
That you might not stumble.
Let me prepare a feast of your favourite foods,
Paneer Tikka , Lassi and Dal Makhani,
Let me sustain you.
I am not the richest girl, I am not the smartest bride,
But I have three true gifts for you,
My heart, My soul and My Love.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2024 17:25
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Comments3
Beautiful work.
Thank you so much
Not fond of a piece of poetry which requires lengthy background commentary (the piece I feel should justify itself). However some explanation re your current work(s) would be appreciated.
Joti was a student I was teaching English to.She said he was going to marry an Australian boy and didn't know what to write in her wedding vows.So we came up with this together.They are still happily married as far as I know
Wonderful words David.
Andy
Thank you so much.
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