METAMORPHOSIS
Dr. MOIN QAZI
I watched the pretty girl grow
A cute face with cheeks aglow
Cuddled by brothers and parents
Those were her finest moments.
Laughing, playing, singing, dancing
Every moment of life spent relaxing
No tensions to wrinkle her face
No bondage to break her grace
But what a metamorphosis
the marriage struck!
A tense, trembling, daughter-in-law
The world as infant she never saw
The forehead covered under her saree’s veil
Life has now made her kneel
Gone is the glow, the sweet smile
stored coolly in her memory’s file,
A mournful world opens before her eyes
Built on the sour marriage ties.