Marriage Poem by lalitha iyer

We married
when I was a Queen
in my Teens
and he the Lord
of my Passions.

As days rolled on
and my our ways split
the pillows of lust
burst open by rage of fist
and thus we parted
the knot was untied

Again I marry
nomore a Queen
with heart not heavy
mind not breezy
steps clear
and thoughts easier

Married did I
with dreams rosy
Divorced am I
well versed
with the laws of Nature

Now, to company
to smile and chatter
seek I rather
a friend with no hopes
but only a trust in shape.

At Old age
a man is no more knight
and woman a Queenly sight
everything could be combined
life still meant love and sunshine.