Hidden behind bamboo screen she stands still

Clad in saree, on her forehead bindi

Her would be groom outside will get to meet

Will she his tough expectations fulfill?

Her dark brown skin, will he take to kindly?

Will he reject, and beat a hasty retreat?

Heart catapulted with joy, when called in

Walked in with laden tea tray timidly

Eyes downcast noticed crutches near his feet

Her heart sank; was she being palmed off

to an invalid merely because of her akin?