Wedlock…
A solitary door of the mind,
The charming door of memories
Of the erstwhile life, obsessed
Always with grief, if closed;
Always with woes, even if opened.
It’s a poem, written by the heart;
Love’s nectar is its language.
If its meaning is misconceived
If no spelling mistakes, creep up
If omissions and errors, are avoided
It becomes an epic; Matrimony is a mega
epic!
Is there a song sung without discord?
Any dances without a faulty step?
Inaccuracy, miscalculation, blunder.
Slip, oversight, delusion, all may
occur.
Rhythm may falter, steps may alter,
But the swirl will continue, till the
end
When the course is corrected at times,
In the current of the song of life!
Paint the faded pictures of wedlock,
with
Ever fresh sparkling colours of
endurance;
Like rains and spring seasons wash away
The sins of summer and its debris
As omnipresent Time by its omnipotence.
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