Santhosh Vijayakumar

(6th November 1984 / Coimbatore, India)

Marriage & Love


Love spoke to marriage,
“It is I who come first.”
For which marriage replied,
“It is for me you come.”
Arguments arose and words clashed.
Both who were one with another,
Split away and, the result,
No love ended in marriage,
And all marriages broke.
At last, He the Maker spoke,
“Love, you are My happening.
Marriage, you are My new beginning.
Without the other you shan’t survive.”
And then on, they walked hand-in hand.

Submitted: Friday, August 05, 2005

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  • Dr.Amit K Biswas (5/27/2006 12:15:00 AM)

    This is beautiful. One needs the other to survive, so very true. I expressed something similar may be in a bit more abstract and mathematical manner in Prism of Life.

    Simple and cute. Great work. (Report) Reply

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