Arranged

Is it the magic of ordinary days
Or were you paired in heaven
Bond as weak as of the lace
between you and the one

peculiar case I have
about a solitary woman
see how she does crave
for what she thinks heaven

her folks get her a man
for she ought to be paired
her spirits rose high
solitude now can be shared

this one is no hero she dreamed
for he is no less than a recluse
coward, egotist, taciturn
Not me! she made the abuse

a mistake she has done sordid
listening to the fairy tales
she was left in a state morbid
faith just left her in wails

Can she turn back on her own
She got the limbs mighty strong
To stand on her own
but not a courage in the feeble heart

touch by a grief-stricken Gujju woman.