Bondage

Arranged marriage

is like buying a crate of  mangoes

They stare at your body  from head to toe

Touching the soft supple skin of the mango

They look at your dark complexion, disappointed

Shoving the green mangoes away for the sunshine yellow ones

They look at your breasts, a sign of fertility

Inspecting which ones are bigger and juicier

They gauge your height, your weight, the size of your vagina

Holding the mango erect and examining it visually

and then

How much?

***

– Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla

Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla

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Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla Poet , French teacher Poet Published work in national and international journals, received prizes from Ræd Leaf Foundation for Poetry and The All India Poetry Competition