Gather around with all your pomp and circumstance,
It's a January-May wedding - devoid of romance.
The holy fire crushed her will to sing and dance,
She is a slave to further this “holy happenstance”.
Indifference personified. Not a single amorous glance,
Lest his progeny he seeks to enhance.
In the seventh spring, still shackled by coverture,
No “blessings” witness her muted blue murder.
We are prompt to assume her rapture,
For ignorant are we of her eventide suffer.
He prances around and is called “the vengeful vulgar”,
She silently submits as mandated by her culture.
In the seventeenth spring, her bosom begins to rise,
The reaper arrives, as a blessing in disguise.
Her twinkle, she did chastise,
Her guise was her woeful sighs.
A tinge of candid melancholy did exist at his demise,
Her life was resuming with a sunny reprise.
This poem is authored by Vedant Bhardwaj Singh, a student of Hidayatullah National Law School, Raipur.
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