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That day ! 
My last day in arms of love,
My mother cared my hair ,
Tied them in wedding bun ! 
Intense care, 
Seeking jocular memories,
Once lingering through kitchens ,
Fighting over gifts , 
Ahhh ! Those sophomore friends ! 
It hurts , to let things go of your hold ,
To slip from pink innocence,
To enthralling red , offcourse 
Symbol of an enchanting experience,
But it's again ,
An expedition from home to home ,
One by birth other by ritual of law 

I moved from hugs to warm touches,
From hearteous shouts ,
That carved themselves as vociferous nags ,
Where the breeze carresed  me with happiness,
Now the winds blow away my stumbling self ,
Out of rash judgements ,

No , it's my mistake ,
I choose the green marshy dress ,
And refuse the red sapphire jewels ,
I admire the errands to trip down those enemies,
When they wondered I will gossip with them 
In morning over the bleaks of newspaper ! 
With the afterglow arousing , I stiched my lips
Tied my Messy buns , carried away
By the thought of comrades ,
Fighting the foes,
Loosing sometimes , keeping up with hopes

No , dear ,
Dear in law not at all,
I wish to knock down the vultures,
Against your wish to bring another army cadet ,
I wish to be a Cadet my self 

So that's where the winds came ,
Blowing away the white shroud over my relationship,
And breaking down my little hutment,
I was snapped out of the mallice wrath and unsaid hatred

Today ! 
Yes man today ! 
I stand leading the wars ahead,
Knocking arms forward ,
With my millions arm behind ,

All this eve I remember, 
How cradles are wrapped as fetters 
Around woman , 
And made them a home maker,
Can't we equal give out the hands ? 
Cant we join the shoulders with males ? 
What if you can set an army cut ? 
Don't forget ! 
For past I did !
Again I can tie my Mess in bun! 
©Jaya Chaudhary






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