Last week my neighbor threw me a Wedding Card,
And to avoid that party was really very hard,
For now-a-days so many absurd contentions are made,
He remained absent so that money could be saved,
So out of compulsion, I was forced to go there,
To be attended by none as if I had come in a fair,
With hands in pockets I was roaming here and there,
And was foolishly watching the activities of the bearers
Some Romeos were gazing at fair and crimson girls,
Ignoring their wives as if they were filthy churls,
Every type of juice was being supplied just like water,
Some were eating or drinking and some were only talkers,
Suddenly, one poor-dirty with goggling eyes entered there,
And with trembling hands took a glass of juice with care,
As he was about to swallow the orange juice,
A bearer gave a punch at his teeth and caused him pain acute,
With pain and with madness, he howled loud,
Some bearers lifted him and threw him out,
A sweeper came to collect the pieces of glass of juice,
Which besmeared with blood and juice took a strange hue,
Out of curiosity and ignorance I watched that place,
Where black mad was beaten and got a sound thrash,
If I am not incorrect, I came to know,
Perhaps juice was less and blood was more,
The father of the bride immediately, came,
And scolded those bearers who trampled that lame,
With cheers of whiskey everything got cleared,
Bride went with bridegroom after shedding crocodile tears
I returned to my place but one thing haunted my mind,
Poor kicks the poor but with rich he is kind,
The Almighty is stupendous one,
Who makes different lucks,
Poor thrash poor and each other’s blood they suck.