Tying Nuptial Knot
They say: Marriages are made in Heaven.
But are they?
I often ask this question,
Without entering into a fray.
A married life is a long journey,
It has many mazy ways.
Only they reach the conjugal bliss,
Who are not afraid of forays.
It takes time to know the ‘other’,
That we are impatient to do.
Slowly things will open out,
Only if you give them time to.
A marriage unites two people,
Having separate ideology.
To accept each-other’s qualities and faults,
Is something not that easy.
We are more impatient,
Than what our parents had been.
As a result we find more broken homes,
Than in the past were seen.
Remember, there is no formula,
For a happy married life.
Every one has to carve out one’s way,
If one wants this relation to come alive.
Ah love, let us be true to one another,
Arnold was right in his own way.
Love, let’s enjoy our privacy,
And still with loyalty and happiness stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Sarika. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.