In an Arranged Marriage

In an Arranged Marriage

I look at an arranged marriage.I clamour to every rich potential and patiently listen

I see their eyes gleaming to find some one suitable and decent

The mother speaks some foreign tongue.

And the father utterly stubborn

The girl on the other side

Looks awkwardly bright

The smile,the eyes and the perfectly put up attire

All play their part,in this satire.

You and I or I and You are the only words

Spoken and discussed

As the Fathers decide on how deals

Are made and dreams are crushed

Raise a toast to the man who in his pomp

And glory

Can pay his life’s earning as dowry

All of it can save the turban

They are after all progressively urban

This time immemorial stands witness

To strength and merry and fakeness

This thread binds two families from one

End to the other end.

The mirth could transcend into remorse

The marriage could run into any course

But these gentlemen

Shall not leave a stone unturned

To successfully entertain

The crowds, that shall stay till it’s done

The wives accidentally naive

Try their hands at inspection

The prospects of the nuptial hive

To confirm their perfection

Seemingly surreal

Beautiful and unreal

This decked up arrangement

Is actually a mismanagement

Filled with anticipation

Only one detail desires attention

The fulfilment of a vacant place

With love, affection and gaze

That requires just two people

The bride and groom who stand in marriage steeple

May they get bound in holy matrimony

Bringing in the much needed subtlety to this cacophony