They interpret:
When you get married,
You fall, hardships,
Hell always lingers near.
But, dear daughter,
Through a different lens, I see:
Marriage is a gravity,
Of heart and mind,
Of soul and body.
You get married,
Everything falls
In between,
And balance.
They define:
Marriage is a contract,
You surrender, all rights,
In exchange
For rings,
For vows.
But dear daughter,
You. Stumble, maybe
But rise anew
And find the true meaning of life.
They claim:
Marriage, an invasion,
Where, a stranger
Becomes your master,
The master, assigns you only – the head
Of the household.
But dear daughter,
Marriage is like a garden.
Together, you plant seeds,
And children are flowers.
Thus, dear daughter,
Worry, not worry about
Others’ perceptions,
Others’ reflections,
or the metaphors.
For tomorrow
Is an open canvas.