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The Pakistani Marriage Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Awais Aftab, Pakistan Aug 31, 2005
Culture   Poetry

  

The blowing of the trumpets
And the beats of drums
The smiling faces
The shinning eyes
The jumping children
The dancing boys
The excited girls
The gleeful noise
The relatives moving around
In colorful clothes
The servants hustling about
In white-waiter-robes
The modest bride and her dreams
A whole new future in front gleams
The tales of blissful couples spinning in her mind
To spend eternity with the-selected-one
The bridegroom has his visions as well
Of the expected delights of married life
In company of the parents-chosen wife
But I stand and see
The apprehensions and fears beneath the smiles
The nightmare in the guise of dream beguiles
The future worries and pain
Beneath the enchantment, feign
I see the romance wearing away
The physical rapture held at bay
And their tense, bored faces when they realize
That 'life' has arrived
Into the abyss has the happiness dived
Oh! How they cloak the pain in this Sireneal knell!
Oh! How they enjoy as if oblivious to impending hell!
Oh! How they dance as if guaranteed perpetual bliss!
Oh! How they ignore the serpent’s hiss!
Oh! How they conceal this 'deal' as 'marriage'!
Oh! How they put the bride in the demonic carriage!
Oh! How they substitute enforcement for love!
Lo! Spare me of this hypocrisy!
I cannot see
Love being robbed of choice this way!
Oh! How love is sacrificed on this day!





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Writing has been a passion, a love ever since I learned to write. For me, writing is a means of expression of 'secret tears and secret pleasures'. True writing comes from the heart and often it is the one to find you, not you the one to find it. Writing gives me power, the strength to carry on, the will to live and to live in a better way. It helps me find deeper meaning in the world around me and to understand myself much better. I can't survive without writing. For me, my writings are the whispers of life, in which the glory and sorrow of life echoes. For me, these are the glittering tears, whose every flash encompasses a thousand aspects of life. I believe that, 'I write; therefore I am.' However, true ease in writing comes from art, and I still have to learn a lot about that.
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TEMIDAYO OLUWAFEMI GREATS | Mar 4th, 2011
it is very paramount

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