My Indian Girls..

Thinking of the children all day long, Since the day they were born, They carry them in their heart’s barn, The birth chart of them clutch in their arms Visiting the matrimonial website for the matches, Old Indian parents are left alone with no brokers, Perplexed are their memories at this juncture, When their kids are working as the adventurers, The lonely parents walk alone as the teary pictures, Hopeful of getting someone, who is sanctioned, In the ten important matches prescribed, Based on the three categories of saintly, Human and giant species, having the characters, Of flora and fauna, longevity of their life and marriage, Whether they have the chemistry to each other, All decided and marked in our birth charts, To name this Hindu civilization, one of the oldest of all, In which unmarried my Indian girls are still under the care of their fathers.