Union of multiple egos in venture:
A pompous love in adventure;
Named as marriage,
Must have been a miscarriage.
Delineated with luxuries:
Each thread, full of lies;
Our age fakes visions diligently:
We live it so blindly;
How much pious is the redness of that dress?
The visions need to re-dress, to rehearse:
Range of vows with mechanical nods;
He-heart and she-heart are in odds,
Brave, perhaps or blank plank:
Society's manipulated prank;
Devoted lust with the foreign love,
Paralyzed in marriage's grove.
Two parallel lives,
Selfish and authoritative drives;
Served, ready to eat:
Fit for each other's treat;
Pays well their deed,
They made marriage, only a battle field.
Copyright©2015 by Alka
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A refined poetic imagination, Alka. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.