When my skies are red,
It hurts so bad, that it burns my head.
I try every way to fathom
But inexplicably, it reveals it symptoms.
Lying in the four corner of this room
Everything crystal clear like the eyes of the groom
I ponder, why my sky so red?
But no answers except eyes cry.
Can’t happiness take over like a bride?
Who thinks marriage is a bed of rose
Only to find out in the end
That a wedding is only a beginning not the end
Let my sky turn blue I pray!
Better still, a Rainbow I Cry!!!