Adorned with jewellery and decked in a shiny red saree, the bride sits in the mandap,
the father performs the Kanyadaan with a heavy heart.
He expresses pride for marrying his only daughter,
as a tear or two falls on his cheek.
Holding a small bundle of joy in his hand, as he taught his doting daughter the first step,
today, his crying.
Yet, he may not be able to express his love and feeling for his daughter.
Only his heart and soul can feel the love.
The father taught his daughter love, scolded her when she was naughty and kissed her on birthday.
It’s a moment of pride and sorrow today as he holds his daughter’s hand, expressing hope that her new home will treat her with love and respect.
The heart doesn’t know how to lie yet he cannot express his feeling.
Today, my next-door-neighbor who is like family to us is getting married. We played together as kids. What struck me yesterday is the moist eyes of her father that inspired the poem. Her father cannot speak a single word since he is deaf and mute.