Self-Willed Hero Poem by santhana louis

We heard that you are rushing to marry
STOP a while - to listen to our bad story
Too late, that our advice won't catch and carry
all set and ready, you seem to be madly in a hurry

We are already battle-slain and are in a quandary
Beaten, twisted and squeezed just in a laundry
our finer originality lay abandoned at the boundary
we stay reduced merely as our mistresses sentry

we, husbands, are the dignified bonded-labourers
dressed up asses without passions or valour
wicked wives and their wretched ways
you have to be henpecked to buy sex and peace

you are too young and look very handsome
pushed to this ring on a paltry ransom
to try your head inside a big lion's jaw
lion is merciful, but she tramps you under her paw

Adventurous moves.....but disappointing returns
we are quite sure that one day you would join hands with us
again, to shout at a fresher..NOT TO MARRY....
none heeds....it is their funeral, we are very sorry.