Thousand Lies For A Good
The limit of lies, for a marraige, in the east,
by Rajaram Ramachandran
Just a thousand, that is the least.
So many a wedlock ends in trouble,
Once a lie is pricked like a bubble.
Beautiful was the bride, adorned with gold,
But the lame bridegroom, never was told,
That she too was a handicapped lady,
With left arm, disproportionate to her body.
Ushed into their first night chamber,
He couldn't suppress his guilt from her.
She hid hers, in fear, under her veil,
To let him think, it was so real.
Suddenly a burst of laughter shook them both,
As time ran out to tell the truth.
The girl waved her short hand first.
The boy then revealed his leg with twist.
Pity, their elders suppressed the fact,
Not that, the couple be cheated in their act.
Their shortfall held them close, despite lies,
That would have, otherwise, broken their ties.