walking past the
doll,
fun is on the roll
guitar music dance
mistake blunder chance
guitar music dance
mistake blunder chance
so much to do
places i have
never been to
ambitions worth dying for,
dreams to live up to
dreams to live up to
now is the time!!
and there it
happened to them
crook of my
story
turned 25
time’s up says theory
alarm bells and
clamor
relatives and
neighbor
hey, she is up for marriage
time for golden carriage
oh, one boy is
there
he could be a
match
is she on fb
together they
latch
mail her
pictures
or we can come
home
oh, she must be
shy
Cinderella
syndrome
so, they are here!
we seek a bride,
mother’s pride
chirpy they are
gang of allies
fair as snow white
tall, oh no
short height
angelic grin,
fat, oh no too
thin
they got me
ready
amid all hara-kiri,
polished with paint
rolled into a sari
rolled into a sari
i have no clue,
meanwhile,
they continue
they continue
long hair,
as if i care
one look into my trembling platter,
actually shoulder length look better
one look into my trembling platter,
actually shoulder length look better
eyes nose perfectly placed
modern, nope simple
oh they can see through,
concealed pimple
finicky charade,
so called hi-class
i put up a show,
they play with etceteras
so called hi-class
i put up a show,
they play with etceteras
show is over,
all goody-goody and nice
uncertainty I have,
and hopes to sacrifice
A poem by Sudha Kripal
Categories:
English Poetry
light yet touching account of a 25 year old Indian girl juggling with career and society at the same time.. good one
So true... We all have passed though similar situations! Nicely penned Sudha :)
TC! Keep smiling :)
thnx sindhu... :-)