Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Mangala Sutra


A Mangala Sutra a groom ties a bride
Around her neck in the Hindu marriage,
Has to stay on her till he meets his death.
It is a shackle given her for life.
It shows to the public she is allotted.
It reminds her of her full commitment
To chastity and fidelity.
It gives her a status no one could usurp.
Women do not now prefer wearing it,
To show their freedom of expression.
It is safe in a purse for occasions.
Better this custom is outdated.


[Mangala Sutra is a thread or a golden chain with a pendant called Thaali that the groom ties the bride on neck as a mark of having owned her.]
25.05.2014

Submitted: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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