They came to see the girl , they had to choose, and then she was chosenall the time the boy and the boys mother,sat looking at her,she was frozen
wonder what they had in mind, what they expected, what they saw in reality,
her fair color, smoothness of skin, length of hair and body, style of femininity
the tea trolley had felt heavy as she pushed it in the living room, steps heavy
on the carpeted floor, eyelids dropping with sleep, she glimpsed a fat belly
wondered whose was it in the family chosen for her, for future life and living
‘tea has a good taste, did you make it ? a croaky voice sounded tight n chilling
she dared not raise her eyes, she was not supposed to typical Eastern attitude
of shyness, maturity, submissiveness, obedience, acceptance,service n servitude
she was relieved when the party left,it was a routine now, coming serving
smiling pouring tea, waiting getting up, saying salam and then regretting
she was now beginning to enjoy playing the game of ‘ Being Chosen’
fairy tale in home forest, trees unseen , freezing icy, like Queen Frozen
she knew she would never be chosen, life is not a contest nor it is funny
she would make her own story, this was all done with honey and money
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