When mother had put on the dress to me,
She told me not to let anyone to remove that,
When I became slightly older, she gave me,
The long skirts and blouses to wear,
Then the sarees of various materials, color and designs,
Filled my closets, I used to run around,
When I was young and then I was advised,
To walk slowly without making any noise,
Though the anklets, the parents had worn,
Around my ankles always made the ringing tone,
For them to know where I was,
From wherever they were,
Mother advised me to sleep on the side,
And for my every sneeze she arrived with pride,
To cover my exposed joined feet and to correct,
A few strand on the face and smiled,
A well educated man whom my parents and relatives loved,
tied the three knots to make me his wife.
This is the guy, who asks me to do,
What my parents prevented me to do.
This is the guy that my parents respect the most,
And advise me to listen and obey whatever he says.
Sister, through this poem you have exposed the delicacy, devotion of Indian woman. In India women are always worshiped. It is said in our culture where women are worshiped peace and prosperity dwell there. It is due to woman, any society can rise or fall. so, woman should ever be worshiped. A nice posting. regards
On behalf of millions of Indian women who accepted the arranged marriage, I have written this poem and this poem is simply to show how the women feel when they are in front of a stranger on their marriage day, as 90% of Indian marriages are still arranged by the parents and relatives, according to the statistics.800 million of our brothers and sister are still poor and how many percent of this group has the access to the modern gadgets and computer? Yes, I agree with the other 300 million rich and middle class Indians, who are changing the face of India, thus spoiling our culture. The woman depicted in this poem is still around in the urban as well as rural India.
When the guy chosen by your parents has conflicting ideals, you being educated, need to argue with him, convince him to change his ideals.99% of the men are amendable. Nowadays the men are enslaved and henpecked. So the purpose of your cries is irrelevant these days. This is my view. The girl you portrayed in this poem might be of 19th century India.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the guy, who asks me to do, What my parents prevented me to do. This is the guy that my parents respect the most, And advise me to listen and obey whatever he says. an intelligent observation, tempo is well built up in the poem