621. Arranged Love Poem by Raman Savithiri

To fulfill social norms
Parents the cause my form
Arranged him as my love.

I wondered in private
If love could be cultivated
Though by the drive of hormone
Our bodies unite in harmony
By love, binding two hearts
Was then a question mark!

But if I see back the gone years
Emotions move me into tears
Of gratefulness and bliss
To think of his greatness
To take my burdens
On his shoulders
To make me happy
The slog he goes by
As a poor male tailor bird
Toils to build a nest
Going pale when she tests
Awaiting what may fall upon
Ready to build again again
To satisfy her taste!
Is that love arranged?
Is that only to mate?
Can't say quiet so!

In my treading spiritual path
He tries always to spread
Red carpet for a touch of my feet
Though he himself does not bother
To know what is his might
Blinded by material sight
Works abroad day and night
To feed me and our kids!
What shall I boast
Upon my daily practice
Of yoga, mantra and dhyana?
He humbles me
With his simple heart!
Oh Devi,
If at all You ever wish to shower
Your grace upon me
To reap the benefits of sadana
Do keep a share for my husband!