I Did It For Love
I grew up proud to be grandma’s favorite.
Some little rules were broken, I must admit.
These were all but childhood caprices.
At youth, my ego was broken to pieces.
When flatly was I refused love marriage.
Settled was I to be with one double my age.
No place was there for protest or discussion.
A puppet was I dancing in a procession.
My lover desperate, gave me his last word.
A step by me has to be taken, all I heard,
To wipe all the drama, if I wish, like a broom.
Faced boldly then did I, my to be groom.
In one deep breath I poured my heart out.
His face paled, looking almost knocked out.
I stood firm and mutinous, ready to retaliate.
With a force in me none could annihilate.
In dignity, my engagement came to end.
Lost prestige and shattered ego, hard to mend.
Slyly, Grandma put a word looking for time right.
There was only one way to escape this plight.
I was called before all to express my wish.
Cost me a lot to convince I was not selfish.
A simple wedding I was allowed, in a fortnight.
But happiness was mine on my wedding night.
27/07/16
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