We know where is Kohinoor!
There is no hurry to get back
our peacock throne! !
After all, we brought home
a precious gift for merriment
from the western culture chest
bartering Indian heart...
a master key to unlock
the Indian chastity belt! !
Vexed by husbands harassments,
crossed by in-laws crass harangues...
depressed lasses at last found
to sob, cozy hubs...
thanks to Bangalore pubs!
He left!
She rejected!
No regrets!
A long trajectory
of yearning passersby
with elastic love;
is ahead!
We should try to keep alive our cultural ethos and be proud for it. Nice poem.
Culture! A precious gift. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Trespassing cultural boundaries has a price to pay. Nice thought. Loved reading it.