MARRIAGE IS NOT A SAND-HUT

Vibaha...

A pinch of Sindur brought my daughter…

It has nabbed my right from me forever….

Taking this one word of mine … as knot of your Anchal

My girl, go to your in-law’s home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

A pinch of Sindur brought my daughter…

It was just yesterday, you were crying

Today, you have departed from us, we are crying.

You were my Laxmi, I know from your birthday

Now, I am without Laxmi, you went on other’s way.

The last Shravan raining as tear in my eye

In that tear a father’s affection sinking away.

Taking my blessings… taking my whole age

My girl, go to your in-law’s home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

A drop of Sindur brought my daughter…

Who will rigid with me calling father again and again?

Who will light lamp at the feet of Vrindabati again?

My daughter has not seen kitchen even once

She is thinking, how will she adjust at once?

The Doli of my daughter is departing today

When she crosses the end of village, which wills her after a day?

Taking your destiny… taking your karma

My girl, go to your in-law’s home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play home,

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

A drop of Sindur brought my daughter…