You entered my home, as a new bride, snow-white embellished!
I was in my bride-groom-dress, looked royal and unblemished!
All so, due to crude cultures, where marriage is a system,
Where prestige and status overpowered love and wisdom!

Though, like expert psychologists, they knew your commitments,
They knew I loved another and under love commandments!
They dared to enchain us, as both were caste-color-creed-fit,
Though they were aware of our heart-soul-mind mountainous rift!

You chose an edge and I another on the king-size bed,
Neither you nor I dared imagine what’s lying ahead;
Then like beasts, we met as copulation too was custom,
While your eyes and mine searching far for another bosom!

We exhibited joy before parents, in-laws, kith, and kin,
While, like tigers or lions, we wished to tear their flesh and skin!
We shed a foggy smile and, like darkness shut them up soon,
Milky full-moons fail to remind us of our honeymoon!

How romantic the feather-like freedom we once enjoyed!
Slaveries of customs and cultures played on us great fraud!
Should we, like dogs or donkeys, bear these burdens whole lifelong?
And crash the necks of kids with milestones of our sins for long?

Or give up these hates, cock-hen-fights, make-ups, and put-ups,
And tell the world! Damn! Go to hell! Let’s not fake! Need break-ups!
Are hearts tightly chained by scrupulous habits called marriage?
Should such marriage – carriage, need to carry heavy baggage?

(Though less these days, arranged marriages based on caste and creed,
against the wish of couples have been common in India.
These bring tumults in their marital life)