Dressed as groom and the bride
They lay on the divider side by side
In full view of the racing cars
And the passengers
Upon either of the roads wide,
The ‘pagdi’ and the ‘tilak’ on groom’s forehead
A veil to hide the bride’s face
On way to hospital it was a refreshing view
Not disturbing a sight as it could be
Otherwise;
Each of us would think we could be the dolls
Forever to be the inside of the exhibition halls
Passed over to generations
Win the race against the mortal humans
Silently and with unfading grace,
But the wicked mind
Plans its story with all the glamour
Narrated with pride and honour
Without a death certificate in the end
Abandoned, for the archives.
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