It seems polite as If claiming elite per seek
Which never acquired as behaving just geek,
Measuring attire never said to have learned
A level of grace though needs to be trained,
Imitating acts follow mere utterances blindly
As hardly achieve that 'humane' stage friendly,
Tinkering emotional threads guise caste's stride
Seems glossy coats rosy bizarrely innocent bride,
Ignoring warm tears dipping behind veil to try
As Girls glory lives slaughtered such mad to cry,
Noticing stout wedding as symbol of status unjust
To construct power relations at kids tearing thrust,
Mere glitters or attires unequalled ever pure love
Surpassing 'vices' constructed through murky trove,
Castes and Religions just matter of beliefs temporal
May not presume a true spirit stands against own Will.
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