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A Marriage and A Death
Girl lives a mystery,
While dead had lead a history.
Bride see a beautiful dream,
her groom on a white horse,
ready to give her what all she wants.
Dead see a dream,
To be buried where fountains are near coffin,
To be greated by flowers often.
Bride gets married, and
to the house of groom she is carried.
Here, the flowers have left the pot,
A journey begins, to meet the god.
Let’s do some prepration said both,
This is the only similar thing said the dead lady taking an oath.
We both are having sindoor,
Lots of jwellery and solemn phool.
The conflict that makes us different Is,
You wear a saree colouring red,
And me white, I am off to bed.
You are also separating from your family members,
Same as I,
Its a bit grumble.
You were also picked up by men of same height,
Same as I,
And the difference was of red and white.
Bride mrs. Brawn was taken to the home of mr. brawn,
And the dead reached a place,
Where land was brown.
Finally guests welcome the bride,
And members near the coffin cried.

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