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Dec 2012
To mama's home, when-ever my mister
starts acting cool, unto how many years
ever to straighten him out:
Can you promise to ensure this for me,
proponents of marriage by love?
I've been brought up like a princess by
my father, so dare not propose to me if
you cannot manage the same and
then shut the door to my mama's home!
I'll marry whomever my father chooses
aren't all ram the same otherwise-
Until de-horned and de-bearded my man
mama's home every now and then,
gifts for every festival, weddings
and merry occasions, my cradle
to fall back on, if life does rock my swing:
So, proponents of marriage by love,
dare not propose to me
if you cannot give me the same
and yet shut the door to my mama's home.
Exploration of a certain way of thinkingΒ Β - there's some hard-boiled logic tinged with ancient wisdom, to arranged marriages - aren't all ram the same, otherwise!!
Prabhu Iyer
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Prabhu Iyer  Quantum Dot
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