Treasure Island

Moloy Bhattacharya

(01-04-1982 / Burdwan, West Bengal)

Arranged Marriage


A unique social relation
followed from generation
built on respect and trust
which is now declining fast
unite two persons as strangers
bringing in wedlock together.
Thus commence a newly happy life
In their hearts with a burning pride
This old custom will win for ever
Trustless love is our modern fever.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 22, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/21/2013 6:06:00 AM)

    it is our time, what to do, let us see and try to keep love affection trust and respect as far as possible. good one.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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