THE THUNDERBOLT

It was a thunderbolt for her, As she walks to and fro, Wandering around. There and then, She heard voices in a conversation. All seated in the parlour, All on the soft silked sofa All abled men. The only soul Ammee could recognize was her Dad. So she glanced again. And with a demure smile , She recognised another voice, Muryar sa ne she uttered, From deep her heart. She tried eavesdropping, And all she could here was an baku. Curious, she swang closer When she discern Mama's voice. She had to be more mute, Just so she doesn't got caught. She walked towards the room And sat close to Mama. Here I am, she said. Merrily, Mama verbalized, sai ki dage da addu'a Ammee, The day is here, An baa da ke fah. Don't be chaotic we all, It wasn't an arranged engagement, It is He, the love of her life....