The room was
full of elite society,
But most seemed to have lost their sobriety.
clinked with tinkling laughter,
The new bride was the one whom everyone was after.
The men were
goggling, wishing their wives away,
When the lady walked with a sway.
atmosphere buzzed with babbling tales,
The bride was surrounded by all the males.
womenfolk were busy gossiping ,
Mrs. Sharma had lost her earring.
were hovering behind the dishes,
Waiting their chance to grab fried fishes.
is all around,
Some merry makers are on the ground.
try to capture the dance floor,
While back biting have some really floored.
buddies crowd the bridge table,
While the damsels discuss the latest labels.
are also having a good time,
Busy downing throats with stolen gin and lime.
You know my
servant ran away,
Mrs. Verma went on to say.
My ayah is
also trying to flee,
Said Miss Meena with some glee.
chutti every Sunday,
She goes to church on that day.
I found her
flirting with Bhimji,
Said Meenas mom whisperingly.
Just then a
couple came down the stair,
And every head turned to stare.
It was Rajiv
and Rita Grover,
Who had recently returned from Vancouver.
their groovy tales,
Mrs. Mehta made a face.
Her son will
also go to the states,
God has just to open lucky gates.
then visit him there,
On coming back people will surely stare.
then the hostess announced dinner,
And everyone surged to be the winner.
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poem is a work of fiction. The names and characters mentioned are
fictious and do not bear any resemblance to anyone.