Departure

 My whole life I nurtured thee, the light of my
home. And now the time has arrived when I
shall bid you farewell. Clad in red silk on thy
wedding day, with the scandal paste on thy
forehead, and adorned as a young bride I’m
losing thee tonight. But before embracing and
plugging you into my chest, finally transferring
a cache of affection, I shall hand over the light
of my home in groom’s hand taking my
departure in the shadow. And when you as a
young bride in wooden palanquin had gone, I
shall wash my eyes with my tears unbeknownst
to thee.