A parody poem on the typical wedding scene in India
It was once a palace they say,
So we gave our guests a three night stay.
The décor was sculpted from literal ice,
Was it extravagant and grandiose?
Enough to make people stare and marvel twice.
And did it cost a heavy price?
Well, safe to say, now our bank balance doesn’t feel so nice
A suitable date needs to be decided
So we consult an astrologer and are guided
by planets and stars that float light years away.
Turns out, the only auspicious day is a Tuesday
But then guests can’t make it to the three night stay
So Pay an extra 100, the astrologer says
And the stars will ensure the weekend becomes your wedding day
The baarat arrives after an hour of delay
Presenting a 50 minute dance sequence in front of the hotel gateway
With pomp and show the ceremonies commence
Busy with the buffet, guests gaze at the proceedings
with interest that is pretense.
Then the bride and groom sit on throne like chairs
Acting as a selfie booth for dolled up relatives that come in pairs.
Smiles are feigned
And the couple is chained
by societal expectations
that strain their marital unification.
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