They said they wanted a bride,
A beautiful decked up one
With Glitter and glimmer.
Tad of red-saffron thread.
Under the bundle of flower
She shall drown her power.
Suppress her right,
make it look alright.
No one tells them,
Brides are for a single day!
Mannequin to be judged
Gullible sculpture homemade.
The fair one, all abiding one
Flexible one, the Ego boosting clay
Wriggle, wriggle into your forever stay.
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Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you have a poem you’d like to submit, do email us at [email protected].
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