Mom, Why He
Mom, whatever you said for my marriage
followed each word of yours without questions;
Believed them truly, thought it'd have bearing
in our life, will make a lasting impression.
Trust me, we just met a few days only
before ceremony, not giving chance
to change our minds about wedding coldly;
‘twas GrandMa's guidance, no to romance.
Recall there's dizzle on our wedding day;
such rain really good omen, they say.
Our marriage function took place on Wednesday,
what was superstitiously the best day.
Still remember not seen a monk on way
for wedding function; you said it brings curse
of barren life reliant on alms, nay
didn't take chance prayed on move to avoid worse.
As told, he's wearing blue coat, my shoes blue
the color for faithfulness, loyalty;
I wore veil down the aisle to disguise to
keep away evil, to live joyfully.
We smashed a vase at our wedding, put lot
of muscle into it to make number
of pieces what symbolizes the thought
for number of happy years, I wonder.
I followed each tradition, didn't ignore
advice, what they said 'superstition';
Our marriage life expected to be more
happy; halcyon days was our mission.
Mom, why he left me within two years; you
remember I cried on my wedding day;
they said, it brings good luck for the bride too
as she wouldn't shed tears later, no dismay.
But, still tears flow, can't sleep at night, how do
I meet my friends, relations; what I'd say
'twas my fault, failed to keep peace', it's untrue;
yes, his immoral advice didn't obey.
~X~X~X~
Copyright © Pratap Roy | Year Posted 2019
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