We are born alone,
We will die alone.
So why bind us together with another soul?
What's the meaning of this bond?
Isn't it better to be alone?

These were the questions we pondered together,
My friend and I, walking on a lonely road.
We both were of the same gender,
With similar reckless thoughts,
Insensitive to anything tender.

Why do we need this journey?
Why do you need a ring on your finger?
And why must your forehead bear a bindi?
When, in the final moments, you will be set apart.

Unable to answer our own cynical question,
We took a bite from our packet of half-eaten chips
And decided to stop thinking about this notion.