Savitri (26 Nov)

When she was a young girl,

Playing with her dolls, classy and flashy

Only one thing she wanted to know,

When would she marry

When she started going to school,

And making friends, happy and dandy,

She would ask them,

When would they marry?

When she grew some more,

Into a teen, tidy and lanky,

On boys she had a crush, or those who weren’t penurious,

She wished, to them, she could marry

Post her teens,

To a college she went in the valley,

There she asked a boy she kissed,

When, to her, will he marry

One boy came after the next,

And her image was like a whore in an alley,

To all she asked, her fantasies expiating,

Did they have any intentions to marry

She graduated college,

And went work, wacky and blankly,

All her dreams were crushed,

She forgot herself that she wanted to marry

Then one fine day,

Busy as she was, vastly,

A man approached her, to ask

Where can I find Mary

For a moment, she blinked at him,

Then laughed aloud, madly,

I thought you asked me, no offence,

When I will marry

When will you, though?

Is there any man handy,

The man was cute and tall,

Why was he looking for Mary

She’s my sister, he explained,

Then asked Savitri out for coffee, flatly,

Her hopes rose again,

Maybe to him I’ll marry

The day came soon,

Of which she had dreamt her entire life,

From tomorrow onwards, she would be able to say,

I’m happily married.