They admired her bright heena painted hands and colourful saree

They winked and laughed asking, ‘How is the marriage treating you?’

But her heart bled with every laughter.

She put up a smile but her eyes couldn’t lie,

Could she really tell them how she felt?

About how she dreaded the night?

and worry about the scars she has to hide.

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