My Bride Poem by Anish Chouhan

She was brought up with lots of love,
A great liking for the peace like moon.
My bride was born from God's blessings,
She's like an ally enshrine to me.

She walks going crazy, shy, feeling embarrassed,
Loves to be a part of my life, filling loneliness.
She goes with her soft voice to onrush my tier,
And keeps her mind thinking, chaotic and chaos.

There are stars in her little scarf,
All shining bright.
There are seasons of spring in her bangles,
And her anklets are full of green.

Listen God, please keep her well,
She's very soft, very tender, and priceless, like a flower-bud.
She come, comes with a joy, ogle her smile,
My days sway, like a cloud, playing the drums of joy.


There are signs in her eyes, which i could see,
So angelic, throwing her little tantrum.
There are sceneries of dreams in my life,
All so frenzy and colorful like her.