Single And Saved

Whoever said marriage was ultimate?

Why do we tie fulfillment to wedding gowns?

In a culture where it seems the highest trophy

A world where single and aged means cursed

Nuptial rings do not define peace

If you need it, look within

For how long do we keep forcing the hands of time?

Aren’t we tired of warning alarms?

Pressure equals regrets

And its true age waits for no man

But seconds of lonesome peace

Is far better than decades of bonded slavery