We need to change!

It is time for merriment, when the wedding bells ring,
The arrival of the cupids expected after the knots hung,
Parents are panting with hopes in their mind.
Suitable bride or groom for the apple of eyes, spectacled,
Astrologers are the ones decide the marriages,
Counting the squares in the birth chart of the aspirants,
Betrothals are made in the small offices, not in heaven,
the transfer of gold, silver, and currency for a good groom,
who has either earning power or the inherited properties,
those who have neither of them are doomed and remain bachelors,
the women who have no money end up as old virgins,
What a beautiful country it is, to have the famous chastity,
To boast about when the people shed tears silently,
What a wonderful nation it is, to talk about secularism,
In the market of flesh trade, not in the life of the innocents.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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