(via Looking for the sweet spot)
The tribute to My Parents
Six feet tall
He stands out always in a crowd
Not of his height, but of his charm
Full firm lips yet gentle on my cheeks
My Father
Fell head over heels in love with his petit neighbour
MY Mother
Her only crime was her poverty
Never to be accepted by his parents
Undeterred he pursued to win her love
Even serenaded in front of her home
Befriended brothers of hers
Helped her with language, Hindi grammar
Her age mattered not though two years older
Sixties were common not, for an affluent to marry a poor church rat
He had eyes and ears for non except for the girl in rags, next door
So he approached Indira’s parents to ask for hand in marriage
Indira’s parents thanked their lucky stars, a prince for a son-in-law
The bride to be, held her love in bosom for no one to see
A taboo was she to his parents
They found another girl in marriage for him.
He refused
They insisted
He begged
They rejected
He struggled
They locked him up
He escaped
They stripped him off his inheritance
He fled with her to the shores distant
Made an honest woman of her, at a highway temple
His grandparents sheltered the young couple for several moons
‘til he earned his degree in engineering,
With new degree at hand and
The symbol of their love about to be born
( me!) 🙂
My parents
As pioneer of love they set a tone
For many more, inevitable
Love marriages at home town
By: Shashi Moore
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