THE ANGUISH OF A CHILD BRIDE
BY SAKINA S. DOSSAJI She sobbed behind herBejewelled, red veil. The drummers intensifyingThe depth of her pain. The ladies chorused asweet, wedding song. Glasses tinkledThe sound of laughter in peals. Her lips smeared with dark, red,lip shade,Her groom smiling ear to ear. His clothes pressed neatly,Her garland felt like a noose. She was not ready…
