It is so hard to distinguish
Who among her could be the bride
"Keep the traditions aside,
My daughter shouldn't see the sunlight without her husband"
"To the temple or anywhere
I don't care!
Only after marriage!
She will come out-she said"
Mrudula so ready with her daughter
"She loves to come to the temple!
Look at her so ready!"
I'll not come along side
I have works here to batter"
Under the veil, world looks red
Is it just her hallucination
Or is it real ?
Thank goodness we would go to the temple.
I have something perfect for them!
"Hop on the bullock cart my dear!
We shall go to temple first"
"You shall remove your veil too
It is not our tradition to cover your face
We just wanted to make sure that your face isn't scrotched by our sun."
Hoping on the bullock cart was like
Departing her home forever hike
It is true to her departure!
I'm sorry Papa! Let the blame be on me!
Both the Bulls racing against one another like
The Bulls say: "To the temple I go first"
The other says: "To the temple you will never go first"
Fight or race never works here
Unity in diversity always comes first
Upto the temple all went
"Perumal! Please save me!
Please tell father everything!
Anyway!
You say you are everywhere
So come and tell him anyway!"
All of them to Perumal
Vakula's eyes slickered up and down!
One left open! Oh no close!
One right open! Oh no close!
All eyes closed! Yes vakula is free
She sprinted over all the sprints!
With a saree and all those heavy wears
Oh no! I have to be Nakula's horse!
Not his donkey! Run!run! Horse!
Out of the temple! Yes one race done!
Bye bye Marriage!
Bye bye veil!
Yes I am free!
I am going to the gurukul!
I going to gurukul!
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Shackles
PoetryThis poetry ballads are about a very young child who grew up with very less restrictions. As she grew up! Her Restrictions were very tightened up. Will she break them up? Or abode them? Is she going to stand individual or be a slave to her elderly...
