Car'Ranged Marriage Poem by Seema Aarella

This is a story of
Modern age marriage
Arranged of course…else
There was no room for damage.
Well it happened last week…
For the same reason… an interview
In presence of dignitaries a few,
I was cool and confident,
When I gave my consent,
Just by taking a look…
According our culture book,
My parents were all jubilant.
Days latter the time came
And my parents asked
“When to get married? ”
His parents asked
“ZEN” to get married.
Things took a “SUMO” turn,
The AMBASSADOR (broker)
Had not mentioned this one.
How low of ESTEEM, it was
Trading off good qualities,
Over mere “QUALIS”.
I was carried away
When I thought my marriage
was just a CAR ride away.
I was thrust in the inferno
Of battle for SANTRO & BALENO.
More than my consent
And their answers things were
Dealt between “MATIZ” & “LANCER”S
I didn’t like this SAFARI ride,
Roaming like GYPSY without aim,
Playing this blindfold game.
In the name of MARUTHI,
I don’t want life like thee…
God have some MERCE’ (DES) on me
When they said in an ALTO
At least to grant a PALIO,
I wished they were stinged by a “SCORPIO”n.
Saying that things were good
With “ASTRA”logy,
They showed some decent,
But I hated their very “ACCENT”
Can’t take them for granted,
They may come back tomorrow
asking for BOLERO.
Finally we put it to an end
When we said TATA SIERRA(CHERIO)
“Go back to your hut,
We have no money for FIAT.
May You find the girl you need
And vice VERSA,
All the BENZ(Best) to you!
And many good things too..
In the long CORSA..f life.'
I am afraid in this CARage
Marriage will end in Mirage
And car will end in garage,
How on earth a man could want
A thing that kills him on road,
Yet more than a wife it is adored,
How wishful he is of a CAR
That dies in junkyard,
And how small he thinks of
The women loyal till her graveyard,
& When he’s gone,
who mourns in the backyard.