A sequel to my last poem, and this time its for all the 'well wishing' aunties who lose sleep over girls of 'marriageable age' being single.
Out of the blue pops up these things,
You know one of those dreaded weddings.
'Everybody is going' it is proclaimed,
If you refuse, for life you shall be maimed.
The menu sounds luring, but going there how I dread,
Would rather be home and have soup and bread.
For the saree clad hyenas await my arrival
Facing them, by God, I feel suicidal.
Tonight, I know, I shall be their prey,
They are going to savour me like a souffle.
As I enter, each one has her share,
In giving me that knee trembling stare.
Please aunties, don't give me those looks,
I know I do not belong in your good books.
To a prospective mother in law I am dragged,
And made to listen to all that is bragged.
Sheepishly she asks, "Waat is your habbie"?
Well, I enjoy swearing in English, Hindi and Punjabi (inner voice)
That's what I am tempted to answer,
Instead, I say I am a part time dancer.
Horror engulfs the makeup smeared faces,
Oh how I enjoy spotting those anger traces.
At the table for me a few 'plans' are drawn,
While I blissfully hog all that I can lay my hands on.
Out of the blue pops up these things,
You know one of those dreaded weddings.
'Everybody is going' it is proclaimed,
If you refuse, for life you shall be maimed.
The menu sounds luring, but going there how I dread,
Would rather be home and have soup and bread.
For the saree clad hyenas await my arrival
Facing them, by God, I feel suicidal.
Tonight, I know, I shall be their prey,
They are going to savour me like a souffle.
As I enter, each one has her share,
In giving me that knee trembling stare.
Please aunties, don't give me those looks,
I know I do not belong in your good books.
To a prospective mother in law I am dragged,
And made to listen to all that is bragged.
Sheepishly she asks, "Waat is your habbie"?
Well, I enjoy swearing in English, Hindi and Punjabi (inner voice)
That's what I am tempted to answer,
Instead, I say I am a part time dancer.
Horror engulfs the makeup smeared faces,
Oh how I enjoy spotting those anger traces.
At the table for me a few 'plans' are drawn,
While I blissfully hog all that I can lay my hands on.
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