The wedlock is Horse's egg, <br />Its bliss is the forbidden fruit, <br />It turns one an ignorant swine, <br />That in muddy pit dips and whines. <br /> <br />Marriage is a hangman's rope, <br />That drags the two into home of libido, <br />And ignites the hearth of consumption, <br />To be fueled with ores of sparrows. <br /> <br />Marriage earths the grave of the soul, <br />And makes the couple the natural children, <br />It yokes to pull the cart of flesh and money, <br />And installs a pigeon's nest in the brain. <br /> <br />Marriage comes as glorious mirage, <br />With unending dreams and hopes, <br />It prepares Time's grand feast, <br />Reducing the pair into skinny ghosts.<br /><br />Bazi alis Subrata Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-marriage-4/
