A Fly In A Spider Web

It was a time-tested custom, Indians built up a system After the parent’s choice Any wedlock took place, Time has changed this. Parents have no voice. Earlier, ‘Marry and love’ Is ‘Love and marry’ now A married-naval-man, Satisfied not with one, Spread his spider-net, Wherein a fly took rest. The spider danced awhile, As a chance for it to avail, Of the day’s prey that fell And stuck into its net well. The girl loved this man, Not knowing his plan, To divorce his first wife And secure a new life. She stayed in a hostel. They often met in a hotel. She insisted on marriage. But he had no courage. The matter went serious. She became suspicious. He came one fine morn, With a chopper and gun. His plan was to cut, Her head and bury it, But he became shaky As she pleaded mercy. He took his pistol And shot at the girl A bullet hit her head. At once she fell dead. Their joyful love-play Had not its long-stay, As the spider ran away After devouring its prey. The Moral Lesson One can love and marry, But only after deep enquiry, This, if anyone fails to carry Will it not end in a tragedy?