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The Wedding Gown
She hastened to the downtown
to buy her wedding gown.
The sky
was burning red, the wolves howled,
The boughs have shed
All their leaves, not a single sprout.
A sharp turn
At roundabout, a huge crowd in the lounge.
Doubtless, there was
Some turmoil, some serious brawl.
The crowd
Screamed and a deafening sound.
Help! Help! and a rainbow
And a black ring in the raised right hand.
Out came
The breath and the blue feather; the stream
Of red squirted, the sea
Stood amazed; violet tiara fell apart.
The gown
Metamorphosed into the shroud!

Vineeta Gupta is an Associate Professor of English at Government P.G. College, Sector-1, Panchkula, Haryana. She is fond of reading, cooking and writing Poetry both in Hindi and English.
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