It was for you
Just another day
Of adding a new commodity
To the hundreds that adorn your home.
But how could you ever forget
That waiting for the day
Was a shy face spending her sleepless nights?

It was for you
Just another step
To hold your head high
And brighten up the faces of your dear ones.
But how could you ever forget
That under your feet
Someone had kept her dreams to thrash forever?

It was for you
Just another moment
Of signing a paper
As the multicoloured files you do all the day.
But how could you ever forget
That between the lines
There were hidden depths of trust and hopes?

It was for you
Just another night
Of shedding your strains
To earn pride from the suppressed moans.
But how could you ever forget
That what she needed was
A touch with the feather of affection?

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

6 thoughts on “Marriage

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    A very circumspect work addressing psychologically sensitive issues. The repetition of the lines ,
    ” it was for you ” and ” but how could you ever forget ” ,adds an inquisitorial edge and perfumes
    the poem with more than a hint of the acerbic.

  2. Sana Rose

    Excellent work, my dear.. This poem literally threw me the down to the floor of reality.. Such sensitive lines with perfection.. The final stanza is a smasher.. This poem has your best! Keep it up.. Love – sana

  3. Sana Rose

    Have to share this excellent sensitive
    poem by my friend Fathima Manal..
    ‘Marriage’ poignantly portrays a
    beseeching reminder to men whilst a
    woman gently reveals herself and her
    husband through it. Great work,
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    Fathima Manal
    Wow..Thank you Hamna..Never
    thought that this will bring such an
    appreciation…was actually a random
    scribbling done on the boring night
    before my exam.. thanks a lot for
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    Hamna Labeeb
    I know… the best scribbles come
    before the exam.. Me too. but
    poetry is independent of all that

  4. Mohammad ashraf

    Again you seem to be gathering manna in the wilderness and strike the barren rock for gushing moisture.

    The female psyche revealed here is torn and bruised. It is not because of the fact that the man is torturing her physically,but he tortures her in an another way,more severely; there is want of emotional connection , and that creates the psychological trauma!

    The man is far higher. . .lost in his mundane pursuits. . .in him there is ” the hungry haste of rivers”.

    And the woman . . .far below. . .with an unquenched fountain of emotions. . .in her the “tireless oceans waiting. . .”

    ‘commodity’ is a shrewd thrust of the poet showing the value of woman in post modern times.ironically,she is not a human being but a product that is bought for material purposes.that is the agenda of late capitalism that has reduced her to a machine. . .the poem is revolutionary for its exhibition of duality,covertly and cleverly castigating the former by the latter. . .’feather of love’ testifies to the feminine nature. . .she has been made out of the soup of love that is mostly beyond the masculine ken.the poem also undercuts the gender discrimination on a much subtle level. . .the female is not inferior,but different . . .quite different.

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