“Happiness in marriage is entirely by chance,” – Jane Austen.
If not for all, this holds for most marriages in India.
Read on to see the poet’s interpretation in a beautiful combination of rhymes
A solemn beginning they had said,
Fragile start it portrayed;
With every step she takes,
Reminds her of the mistakes;
The old poor father defrayed,
Her fate, at last betrayed;
The mother’s jewelry sold,
Her story is yet to be told;
‘Husband’- she called him,
Inside she knew that was pure grim;
She was nothing but a slave,
Her corpse to be taken to the grave;
Scratches. Bruises. Contusions. Within,
Perhaps, answer to her past life’s sin;
Wonders her mind, to the thoughts – endless,
She wished only if her LIFE wasn’t a mess;
Solitude she seeks, to redeem her Individuality,
Trying to find out the situation’s rationality;
But, she continues her Story,
With a hope to find answers to her tedious quarry.
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