Holy matrimony begets existence
It is that ancient law
Though rigidly institutionalized
Still devoutly practiced
With a sense of horror
As behind the back lurks
Sophoclean tragedy
Codifying incestuous sin.
Subconscious shelters that dreaded possibility
While the eyes droop, ears begin to twitch
And the nose sniffs at the floating eau de cologne
While the priest utters “Lo! And Behold!”
Adds, “I pronounce them man and wife”.
Round of applause gives way of robust kisses
Of the drooling couples
While the infantile mind
Bafflingly declares “O yes, marriage is a bliss”.
* Anthologized in Maps & Metaphors writing by young writers from Bangladesh & UK
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