The Puppet

By Varshitha Chemindla

The bride walks in,

wrapped in silk,

tresses adorned with perfumed petals,

daydreaming of the groom --

considerate,

bringing her wishes to life,

the ones her parents promised:

Your husband will do it, go ask him.

He lifts his chin to see her,

thinking he's found a doll

to fulfill his pleasures,

to tangle in the wires 

of his command.

By Varshitha Chemindla