Dazzling Darkness

A dazzling darkness descended Aghast, open-mouthed wonder And a surge of rustic blood The fireworks, like never before The village sky patterned by colors Down on the soil of labor Stood all the clueless heads A display unimagined by ignorance Spied with childish amazement The landlord on his steed swelled His pride not to be quelled The world must thunder and burst Like his happiness did A man winning a diamond Though fret and fuss his wives must The new bride his home must see A custom his forefathers cherished At 50, a girl of 16 He found, by his wealth and means. Nosheen Irfan © 2016 All Rights Reserved