Arranged marriage
is like buying a crate of mangoes
They stare at your body from head to toe
Touching the soft supple skin of the mango
They look at your dark complexion, disappointed
Shoving the green mangoes away for the sunshine yellow ones
They look at your breasts, a sign of fertility
Inspecting which ones are bigger and juicier
They gauge your height, your weight, the size of your vagina
Holding the mango erect and examining it visually
and then
How much?
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– Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla

Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla
Poet , French teacher
Published work in national and international journals, received prizes from Ræd Leaf Foundation for Poetry and The All India Poetry Competition
Author of Invisible Eye, The Empress
