Ishani's Pen

  There was once a lad With a mouth little twisted Remained his family with him, sad A search spree they had started That even two years hence didn’t finish!   Many maidens he met, not one chosen His desire probably himself he forgotten His predecessor unwell, his mother rushing to see him wed. The next they approached in the same city grand… Their enthusiasm saw no bound Finally, the perfect maiden for their lad They had found.   Initially unwilling the virgin lass Agreed to give this proposal a chance Mature she was, two meetings hence Told her mother – this man wasn’t for nuptial dance With the rules of patriarchy in mind Her mother said “You may be wrong; he is one of a kind….”   Highly educated  though  she was, never kept a tinge of pride Gave this relationship a fair chance to ride Her emotions her love were always extreme Wholeheartedly made the lad feel special Accepted him as the “man of her drea...