By Razia Refai
Silk saree touched with gold,
Mascara lidded eyes,
Creamy lipstick a shade too bold,
I am ready to face the night.
Blushing flowers everywhere,
The soft rustle of chiffon and silk,
Spicy mutton biriyani cooked with care,
It is a breathtaking sight.
How radiant the bride looks-
in pearls, ivory, and lace?
The handsome groom in his charcoal suit took
Her hand and held on to it tight.
A question circled the reception hall
"Aren't you getting married at all?
Your future will be blight!"
"You should have a husband by now," they say,
"At least a couple of kids.
Time is a bird that will fly away,
Then what will be your plight?"
I tell them with a smile," please don't worry,
Marriage is more than "I do"!
I choose to be single than sorry,
And "I do" when I think it is right."