On a blissful spring morning,
when I wedded this sweetie, then twenty and flirting,
I was blessed by the birds with their melodious chirping
and a ‘host of flowers’ still blooming.
On a sizzling summer day noon,
I saw a spooky snake chase a house rat in a cartoon,
and harsh stifling wind topple a sand castle down,
and the tigress standing, wearing a fierce frown.
On a dismal autumnal evening,
when grey leaves were fluttering down, while grieving,
and rosy dusk was cheering the tired sun declining,
I saw her at the door-step cheerfully waiting.
In this chilly, intense winter night,
I saw a geckos’ fight, then their flight through dimmed light,
and suddenly stop, entangle and roll in a bundle too tight,
and felt her hand meet mine and vow never to be apart.
Comment: Through the central image of marriage, and other images, I attempted to discuss the four stages of culture shock: honeymoon, frustration, adjustment and acceptance, that any individual would experience when living in a new land.