I lie on the bed,like a corpse,
Books scattered around, like a messed library,
The dry breeze blows, like a mid summer breath,
The sky looks handsome,like water in the desert;
The old man dances behind the room's window,
Trying his best to make his lady wear smile.
Oh,he prays a lot too,secretly inside the store room,
'Hoping' a little more time for the bald-headed lady.
The young girl sings him his favurite song,
Behind the verandah, kisses the lanky fellow.
They look very different, well adapted the imperfections,
There home read 'someday' as a tag onthe door.
The bride and groom put their demands;holding hands,
lovely do they look,merrily prepared they are,
For marriagr, is not superficial, it got depth,
The destined wedding happens over the place,'deram'..
There's a garland of broken people, smelling hope,
Easy for none, different stories but equally hurt,
For life is this, sooner the acceptance,the better
'This shall pass, you're brave,
say's the 'mirror'..