THE RIDDLE CALLED MARRIAGE (#POETRY)

         

 THE RIDDLE CALLED MARRIAGE

 

#POETRY:

A sacred bond of Union:

An oath expected to be taken twice,

Its joy like the garden of roses and sadness

Like the river bed of the black sea

Its joy envelopes the two souls at its start

As the darkness envelopes darkness fiercely,

When the Oath is taken then the riddle unfolds,

Its processes and stages are diverse,

Like a journey along the plains of the earth,

Like the plain grasslands of Kenya’

Variety is its brother and hopes its mother,

Plants and animals like the common air.

Then comes the mountainous rocks, high and tall

It offers only discomfort,

A decision to back out looks beautiful,

But you have to climb, climb, climb and climb,

Then comes the seed, 

oh! what a source of joy;

This is like descending the mountain in graceful strides

Raring them is like finding a thick forest under this mountain,

Where the sun knows no superiority over the moon;

For underneath those trees is always dark but cool,

Children reduces and increases the stress in marriage,

They are the topic of the day,

Until they begin to leave one by one,

You then realize you have approached the desert,

Where nothing offers solace from the sun,

You begin to realize your partner is still here;

Where have you been all this while?

Marriage begins to slack

Sex and romance that was a bond

Now becomes like the soles of the tired foot.

Geography seems to be failing,

Would this wilderness ever end? 

But the end is really what matters,

A coward backs out at this stage,

Becoming like the runner, savage in the desert

No water to drink, hopeless and hungry,

Fading until he makes agreement with the dust

Dead and forgotten

But the brave, knew what he wanted from the start

They would run, walk, run and walk

To the world, he looks like a fool;

What else could you find in this part of the earth?

But they are stunned at this new mystery,

For he finds an oasis, like a dream, like a reward,

A better place than the very start,

The partner becomes a source of joy and happiness;

A resting place when the lights are off,

And when the pains of agony begins,

Two they say is better than one,

Until death do them part,

Then the journey, the mystery,

The riddle called marriage would be solved.

Dare it and ready to make this race

Down the plains of the earth.

                                                                  

                                                                        Tundegold & Tomi

                                                                        2002

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