Omen

by Rinki Gomes

When they first saw me
I was shy and covered my face with saree,
They liked my face, my smile,
They approved me,
My father gave them sweets and gold,
I heard that I've been selected,
Selected for a marriage!
I was happy
I knew marriage means red sarees,
So many gifts and a husband
Who would love you
But in a different house
In a different surrounding
And I was made to believe,
Take all the odds with smile
Respect your life partner.

I believed blindly!
The marriage is over now,
I stay in my house
I love it
They call me Laxmi
I feel happy
I do not think much
Everyday work and a new life
A married life
Changes a girl,
She thinks it is her new home.
But the Gods too change colours!
One day, they started calling me
Omen! I'm an omen for them,
The sudden loss in family business,
Was caused by me

I never asked about the business
Neither I knew anyone related to it
But my presence in the house
Considered as harmful.
Every day I put sindoor,
And pray for the well being
Of this new known family,
which I consider my own.
I never asked them
To call me Laxmi
Or to think me lucky,
I was just a new member
Of the house
Who came here to love
And to start a new life.

Luck unluck wasn't my concern.
I never knew about this,
How could I be unlucky
And an omen?
They brought me back
To my father's house;
My red sarees are in the cupboard,
I heard they will never come.
I never knew
I'm an Omen

13-Sep-2013

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Sad...

m.sathishanand
20-May-2014 02:34 AM