Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

The 5th Season - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

There is one more season,
Its also called the Marriage season.
The stars, moon, sun and a couple of planets,
Sit over a drink and decide, watching a few box office balles,
In hushed tones they discuss, eat a few roasted peanuts,
Repeat their round of drinks, mull over a few butter cups,
When full, decide on the short window,
Call thier hot Apsara and dictate her a two line text or so,
She looks askance, they look usual, send it to the same chaps,
Who have our exclusive agency to spiritual Maps.
Sure sir, anything else,
Send the bar tender, dear, enough of silly dates,
Once you are through, come over serious business awaits.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The Indians are starstruck folks, they look at stars and decide on marriage dates, therefore it is quite comical to see the city flood with marriages, good market sense, demand spurt generated, capacity crunch generated, prices peak, business is sweet.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 19, 2013

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