Shades Of The ‘Sacred’ Knot


“Happiness in marriage is entirely by chance,” Jane Austen. If not for all, this holds true for most marriages in India. Read on to see the poet’s interpretation in a beautiful combination of rhyme and meter.

poetryA 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 jewellery 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, continues her Story,
With a hope to find answers to her tedious quarry.

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