Unwillingly ushered in a house unknown, <br />Saw a young lady keeping head down, <br />White complexioned girl with eyes brown, <br />Almost frozen but expressions not frown, <br /> <br /> I was at pained to learn orthodox way, <br />Children still not allowed having a say, <br />Uncertainty more and prediction less, <br />What is in store only assumptions and guess? <br /> <br />With great courage one may ask “hello” <br />Limited conversation and tradition to follow, <br />Parents present and limited talks, <br />Accompany to little distance with few step walks; <br /> <br />I am your would be companion, <br />Running a shop but not a champion, <br />Will allow freedom that you need, <br />No dowry, nothing or any more greed, <br /> <br />“Will you marry me” simply I ask, <br />Rush blood on face but hide in mask, <br />Wait for an answer and okay the proposal, <br />Parents too were ready for quick disposal, <br /> <br />Quick come yes as no competition, <br />answer ready even without question, <br />so stage is ready for lovely meet, <br />parent happy and exchange greet, <br /> <br />Day for final count down almost arrive, <br />simple way to wed and not to connive, <br />It’s way of life and norms to follow, <br />promise made doesn’t seem hollow<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-marriage-style/
