The Outspoken Poem by Sivaprasad Parackal

The Outspoken


They say it's made in the Heaven
Men tie the knot to make it happen on Earth.
To the disciples of Comte it's a permanent social legal contract.
The society's nod for sleeping together.

A few are destined to get their counterpart without much fuss
But many are left with endless wandering to find the perfect match
Has anyone succeeded in that hide and seek game?
The game is on irrespective of the outcome

Two oceans of differences meet and feign that they do ‘live' together.
They ‘kill' themselves in the youth for a life of dos and don'ts.
Standing on their own graves they take each other's hands to ‘unite'.
That sets the tone for the much awaited drama.

Imprisoning the minds, spend they the days together
Excel they each other in pleasing the eager audience
Umpteen years of togetherness do they celebrate in their zombie life.
That is the greatest conundrum.