Time to pack bags! (Tale of daughter getting married)
Waking up to the sounds of enchanted, wriggling bells
Who is playing the songs and making beats with drum?
*It is time, it is time*, my anxious heart rolls and dwells
Mother dancing in awe and singing with happy strum
I thought, "this must be an illusion or one of those dreams"
The next moment I saw myself staring the static gate
I experienced emotions running deep through the stream
It is written, it is written and I cannot mess with fate
"Get ready! we are running late" , a memory suddenly flashed
Has my father already landed in the land of joyous sorrow?
I stepped my foot in the tub and mud scrub was splashed
But granny! I cried, "I have to leave for a journey tomorrow"
"Help me dad", it's grueling to detach these basic tags
Let me preserve my childhood in, it's time to pack bags
Asma Rashid //
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