wedding poem

We haven’t had an easy time of it
but our troubles are now vanished
like an insubstantial dream.
We wed as players
in a Shakespearean romance.
Caliban sits caged
no longer able to wreak havoc
on our temporal isle.
A daughter long thought drowned
is reunited with her father.
Even if a tempest were to reappear
it could not budge us
locked as we are
in each other’s arms.

Marriage is the balm
that heals all human sorrows.
We join hands and take our vows.
The audience begins to stomp its feet
and whistle with delight.
Everybody loves a happy ending.
Let’s not disappoint them.

(orginally published in Indian Review)

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