a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Who say materialism?
Is in the west,
It is in dowry,
That it manifests.

You are sold for money,
What is your worth?
Those who have money,
Can keep you in purse.

I cannot know,
I cannot understand,
How can love,
On this materialism stand.

Oh bride just answer,
This one, my quest,
How do you like,
Your costliest pet.

Don’t say, I am wrong,
To call him a pet,
I feel through money,
Its pet you can get.

Facts of life
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Taj Mahal

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