Having been brought in a close-knit family
with a discipline strong and great
monitored from a distance daily
with the scrutinising eyes on a follow
knew not what is love?
Love, I mean that of man to woman
never thought of love and dating
never had a chance to date in a betting
as wedding became an arranged on in a setting
started to love the groom with grace.
Loving after marriage seems strange
but that was my permissible range
the exchanges even after came under a gauge
with the coyness discreetly extended in a strange
everything remained subtle in an arrange.
With marriage the love grew
became a bind inseparable all true
as years took wings in a flew
the bond thickened with a glue
standing tall and high with fervour due.
Meenas Poems 