That particular morning
She dressed in her white chiffon,
An elegant maxi dress
Not have been her taste for long;
She wore it but that day
Hoping to keep the wish
Her loved ones, once had expressed,
Remained elusive since then,
With no frills attached.
She gave a second look.
That day was not hers;
Theirs, for sure.
“Weigh not our love for you”
The eyes that had met hers, said.
Love spoke not much for itself
For she had become love herself.
I reread the last passage on that morning.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar