Rejection

Rejection

The night's dead silence ends
As voices arose from both ends.
A quick question, simple, but dangerous
Subverted the tone so far humorous.

"Can I marry a man from a lower caste?"
Silence returned, but shortly did it last.
Reply arrived in the form of a question
From the database of cliche questions.
"Which caste?" Simple and direct
Cunningly created by his intellect.
The girl gave the caste name with the same
Boldness her lover had whenever he said the same.

The air became dense,
the man became tensed,
"Out of billions of options",
Waiting for the marriage auctions,
"You chose the Fifth One?
This has to be undone."

"Your elder one, at her
New home will suffer.
No one from our caste will marry your
Younger sister, if you marry this impure.
You won't marry him when I am alive
For that you don't have to strive."

Hoping to convince her, he concluded
With the archetypes that included,
"Considering all of these, he is expendable,
The billion options makes our family still expandable."

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