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
