White gown and the lavender lillies,
The long trail and my flower girls.
The brown shade of drying mehendi,
And my own troupe of dancing gala.
The turmeric paste and the saffron bindi,
And my flowery garlands and the three knots.
The well-begun tale of my dreams,
And the ill-fated days that followed.
Says every men and women,
Embracing the halves that make them better.
Like yet another fly and its drawing to the light.
The Last Straw 