Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The wedlock is Horse's egg,
Its bliss is the forbidden fruit,
It turns one an ignorant swine,
That in muddy pit dips and whines.
Marriage is a hangman's rope,
That drags the two into home of libido,
And ignites the hearth of consumption,
To be fueled with ores of sparrows.
Marriage earths the grave of the soul,
And makes the couple the natural children,
It yokes to pull the cart of flesh and money,
And installs a pigeon's nest in the brain.
Marriage comes as glorious mirage,
With unending dreams and hopes,
It prepares Time's grand feast,
Reducing the pair into skinny ghosts.
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