The Burning Bride (Poem)
The Burning Bride
Its been a winding journey
I watch the waves of golden lights
I fall down…
Aching memories starts to reel…
I saw my father and I,
treading moments of love,
discovering the naked field
filled with mango trees on bloom.
I saw my mother and I,
drawn to the shimmering wonders
of the golden heart-shape fruits
ready to harvest.
every women’s dream,
the greatest event in my life-
and enormous resources…
I saw my groom and I
making every wishes to the stars,
never letting go of the love we’ve found.
I thought i had found the greatest story it will ever told.
Only now that I realize…
It was only I who loved….
I am here lying,
wrapped in a kerosene soaked sari.
The burning cloth on my skin
sends tons of pains to my bones.
My husband watches me from afar
Is he thinking of my pain too?
Or only my price tag that isn’t enough for him…..
All i can feel is pain, pain and more pain….
The love of my husband is measurable,
equivalent to a price tag….
and mine is not enough…..
my journey is over…
the mountain of flame blasts and takes away my last breath
Out my ashes lives a memory…
An ill-fated burning bride’s tragedy…
waiting to be told.
The Burning Bride—© Airyn R. Lentija 2010
(This poem was published in Human Rigths and Culture-an e-pubication of the Asian Human Rights Commission)