The turmeric paste applied on her skin
couldn't tone her fairness even by an inch,
That was one happy day of her wedding
which she remembers more like a suffering,
Aunties arrived and made faces at her face
she couldn't understand their utter disgrace,
Beauty got enhanced at the beauty parlour
as if the groom was ready with his armour,
Entire arena was full of nasty guests
most of whom arrived to get their hunger taste,
The priest there was the busiest of all
enchanting the mantras to which none were interested at all,
Wedding was performed, ritual were done
still the hungry people were eating and having fun,
It was the time of departure of the groom and the bride
cries surrounded all around like a sea shore tide,
Returning to the expenses her father got a boon
All the pending payments had to be done soon,
Neither the rituals, nor the customs or the blessings worked;
For a father whose rest of the life became an advent.
( A poetic dilution to present the wedding journey of a middle-class family's daughter )
Our society knows everything still behaves like a jerk. The pain is felt only when it happens to self.
