Arranged marriage for the bride: A poem 

Her head is glass, her life is paper  Her fate is the poetry of an occluded mirror  She walks the seven rounds of the fire  And garlands the mystery of the sire  The tears glitter with her hope in the unknown  To what reality her seeds have been sown?  Await that the innocence of eggsContinue reading “Arranged marriage for the bride: A poem “

Destiny’s jugglery: A poem 

The objective and end-result of selflessness’ honour  by putting one’s own aspirations on the backburner  is like the hen that sacrifices its lifetime’s eggs  to feed others, remain hatch-less, and settle with the dregs  The tastiest apple is not in stolen booty’s applecart  The sacrifice for a future may seem like brittle shards  But the jewel thatContinue reading “Destiny’s jugglery: A poem “