• Published : 19 Jun, 2017
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Grace, the child bride,
Had none.
Innocence, the precursor
To Grace, the child bride
Hungered
A smile
Tinged with fear

Out of a Queendom
Of Dreams.
Fantasies of Grace
With no end,
No outcome, fear
Tinged with a smile

The path to knowing,
Unknown.
Uncertain, the way
To being other
Than a child.
The child bride trembled.

The water of kindness
Flowered the innocent
Child bride.
Bloomed, smiled, reached out
To love.

The bud, now
A flower, ready
For love, a touch,
A caress, a kiss.
Strength,
Pain,
Deflowered
The child bride wept.

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Rakesh Saraf

Member Since: 21 Mar, 2017

I am a serial entrpreneur by profession, but a writer by passion. I was born in Srinagar, Kashmir, and lived the early part of my life in the eastern state of Orissa. I went to a boarding school run by Englishmen, and and then moved to Delhi. I did a...

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