The Last First Night

Her heart began throbbing!

While hiding the excitement,

She felt a soft breeze within her chest,

A murmuring drizzle within her inner self.

Just stepped out of the grand ballroom.

The grand dinner over.

The crowd left; the photographers too.

Standing at the grand door of the hotel by the seaside,

Time to wave goodbye to her Mother,

Bidding farewell as a preserved virgin to the preserver.

Time for her to enter into her man's world,

The world where the seashells of secrets would unfold with pearls within.

Her mother's hands waved goodbye,

But her ageing feet came nearby once again.

Came near her princess with eyes brimming with tears.

A kiss planted on the daughter's cheeks, holding her girl's chin.

A kiss that summarised those thousand words;

A language, only a mother and her daughter could share.

Early in the next morning,

A vigilant call from her mother.

Asked her to rush out of the nuptial bed.

Met her mother at the same grand door,

With the same heart throbbing with fear,

But not as a virgin this time.

With eyes filled with tears,

Her mother hugged her long with a sorrow fallen face.

Mother's hands reached the Thaali,

Her fingers scanned for the promised gold,

But only brass to be felt by those trembling palms.

The news from the goldsmith reached too late,

And a lost virginity within the empire of the emperor of plunder.