In the eyeful of luminescing stars,
Babies drink the product of the sweat,
Being victimize by the end of beauty,
Collecting all the stains of marriage
Moulding them to fear marriage.
With icy waters as they gather the stains,
Where mothers are butchered by shiny rings,
If marriage is right then why is the ring on the left hand?
Rings are just a shiny stones worn to hold females captive till their last breath.
Marriage had become a disease,
A poison that slowly weakens the cells of defence
Where graves of divorce and orphans are cemented by vows of lustful wishes.
Where painful eulogies of symphonies are sung,
Deafening silhouettes are babies loudest cries,
That covers the perimeters of their void,
If marriage is right then why is the ring on the left hand?
If it is blessed by God why do we have graves?
Marriage is morgue where souls are kept timely before they vacate.
It is a church full of hypocrites,
Many marry to idea of gaining out of the wedlock than to love,
Its a waste of wealth,that brings orphans to a cruel world,
Shaming God’s idea of matrimony.