Poetry
The Crimson Bride
INNI KAUR
The sun is shining,
The zephyr rustling,
Crimson colored leaves fall -
Their cycle is over.
And for the first time,
I’m not sad,
I am rejoicing,
For they’re dyed in crimson -
Their journey is complete.
I see that, now.
What more could they ask for?
In their cycle, I see myself.
Will the crimson color of Love drench me?
I wonder,
I walk,
I think.
Words resound within, I hear:
Death creep not silently,
Don’t come like a thief.
Come as a bride-groom
with all the pomp and show.
Pay no heed to others,
Do not hear their wails,
For I am ready to go
To the yonder shore.
Father, dress me in red,
For I am the bride,
Dye my hands with henna,
Let the procession roll.
I came here for a moment
And have lived a rich life,
But now the time has come
For me to go home.
Shed no tears, my Father.
The Call has come,
Distribute sweets and flowers,
I am going home.
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Inni Kaur is a story-teller and poet who currently resides in Fairfield, Connecticut, USA. She is the author of ‘Journey with the Gurus’ series‘, ‘Sakhi-Time with Nani ji’, and ‘Thank You, Vahiguru.’ She serves as the Chair of the Board of Directors of The Sikh Research Institute.
October 29, 2015
Conversation about this article
1: Ajay Singh Banga (Bakersfield, California, USA), October 30, 2015, 1:06 PM.
I find it confusing. Is the poet conveying that by leaving this body one meets God?
2: Ajit Singh Batra (Pennsville, New Jersey, USA), October 31, 2015, 5:16 PM.
The principle of wordly life applicable to human beings is to eventually be one with God. The poet is expressing that sense of 'spiritual' want.