****~arranged Marriage~**** Poem by Amit Ray

****~arranged Marriage~****

Rating: 5.0


And they came all blueberry cranberry blackberry cherry
and I remained dumbfounded whom to pop and whom to marry
worry and merry like tom and jerry
in a flurry to life`s golden galarie
and I went on choosing a perfect french for my calvary
Britanny my red carpet strawberry

Left mrs discreet and right miss discrete in ferry
my rubber is perplexed where to serry
Then an old pal Sherry called on from Banbury
telling she knows a single mom gooseberry to take my Cadbury
But women made always my life ghetto like
the syllables of sonnetina rispetto telling tales of Canterbury

I forgot the smell of the last woman apart her perfume that was Burberry
In Moscow in a disco where life gave me lemons for my vodka
She was part Skerryvore, daughter of an equerry
I told her sorry back in my lanes of memory
and I went on choosing a perfect french for my calvary
my whirry loneliness in Britanny my red carpet strawberry

Midway in life when am showman no more I need not whirry
No more darling Harry for Perry, Kerry, furry and slurry
I know I will count diamonds again in the sky and I will lie to myself if agony comes relying on my boy self, my butterfly selfie and my hand cooked curry
But I will always have my carmen
Walk the streets of my boy Lyon alone, run the way with my girl Marseilles
Backpack from Paris again to Britanny my red carpet strawberry

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
skewed from arranged marriages- -a bohemian on the way to Nature
a way unison with God
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ramesh Rai 24 October 2014

Your return matters a great for me. You have posted a meaningful poem and do hope your regular contribution whenever you have time.Thank you so much for sharing.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 22 April 2016

I forgot the smell of the last woman apart her perfume that was Burberry In Moscow in a disco where life gave me lemons for my vodka She was part Skerryvore, daughter of an equerry I told her sorry back in my lanes of memory and I went on choosing a perfect french for my calvary my whirry loneliness in Britanny my red carpet strawberry I loved this stanza a lot. Thanks for the bouquet of words with a tail of -ry.... Loved the theme. 10 for it. Subhas

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Bharati Nayak 03 February 2022

So lovely poem--tells many things in a funny way!

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Chinedu Dike 08 February 2017

Beautiful piece of poetry nicely brought forth in good rhyme scheme with insight. Thanks for sharing Amit.

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Savita Tyagi 18 August 2016

Interesting poem. Past midway in life...plenty of time for reflection. Rhyming makes it all the more charming. Thanks for sharing.

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Kelly Kurt 06 August 2016

A poignant poem, Amit. I hope you decide to write more

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Unwritten Soul 06 August 2016

The rhymes it just continously repeatitive and it can bind to memory well...berry and all rry rrry rry...and how you added the story in it..it just lovely :)

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