I covey my gratitude,
to our ancestors,
who created a social institution,
for almost every,
male and female,
to live under a roof,
live and fight,
sail trough ups and downs,
together, day and night.
For some, its mere a physical bonding,
for some, its compulsion,
for some, safety,
But for some,
its a bonding of soul,
its a beautiful journey,
which need to be covered,
holding the hands of each other,
understanding and compromising with,
each other, for ever.
It all depends on the both,
which objective they have,
in their mind and soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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