By Moupia Nath
Down the aisle, she walked through the crowd.
Grabbing the foreseen cause bothering her.
Says the old mate, waiting is a sign of failure,
Whisper is the sign of lame.
She walked with a wish of hope
bearable unbearable, caterly uncatered,
Skillfully unloved soul quietly screaming
through the foreseen wishes.
Will this verse end with a peace in the heart or a shattered poisoned brain? She laughed!.
She smiled while walking, wished a good luck while passing down the aisle with pride.
With tears and, heart applauding for her blissful smile,
for she is the unknown verse with the truncated end.