Marry First Thyself Poem by Meshack Dasco

To take care of thy very heart how difficult it is!
yet twist-and-thrust thy heart seems for a bond.

To be bonded to a woman thy empty belly rumbles after.
Why must thou be married when to thyself thou cared nay for?

Even to feed thy crying tummy -a nightmare it is.
still thy eyes roll after marriage as if thou art b'n cursed.

Has living in marriage-bond become a must for thee
when thou can neither cook nor foot a single bill unaided?

And there thou chase after a union as if fire is caged in thy bones.
marry, marry, marry is a fulfilment not!

why not be true to thyself and let thy eyes see thy true heart?
Then can thou be bonded (first) to thyself and (second) by a lover.

For in haste thou possess not thy soul -but
In waiting eggs are hatched!