That day they say to me
I getta man to see,
"Dress up in red laced sari,
Wear all jewels you have"
"Look nice as a maiden,
Don't talk too much, "
"Answer whatever you're asked,
Pretend if you know not"
I absorb all instructions
And obeyed since. There was--
A man twice my age, they said,
Perfect match, a fair groom.
There was few friends and in lows,
They scrutinied me _
From head to toes, nails to bones.
An elderly lady snatched my hair,
Other man touched my thigh--
My skin screwed up
'Sing a song', 'how do ye cook ? ',
'How you step? ' 'how do thy eat '
At length I lifted my tired soul.
My excited siblings
Guided me, cheerful they are.
Little do they know me,
How I felt so beaten up,
How I screamed inside in pain
Like a fish out of water
Jolting in vain.
A calm peaceful stare pervades
My parent's face -
Settelment of their years' effort
Came at last
Now ,only fix the date .
(That's the sad irony of Hindu arranged marriage still running in rural India , well, I love my country more than anything but we still have to deal with superstitious social practice in some part of our country, I have a plot of story already I'm my mind about dowry system so l omit that topic in this particular work)
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My heart's content
Poetrya short collection of my feelings in prosaic verse. type -subjective tone- mostly elegiac form and rhythm- free verse with no specific rhythm , experimental Short story, Essay, and letters.
