Her shuddering frame, collapsed on the chair,
She couldn't bear to see that villain
The matrimonial columns, again
Nearly all that was asked for,
Beautiful girl, from cultured family,
She had that and more.
Her degrees, all of five years old,
Her career, the envy of her peers,
Her demure manner,
Her practical thinking,
Her compassionate heart,
All, all reduced to the background
For the one thing she lacked.
Silently, she turned to the mirror and saw
Herself in all her dusky, Indian glory.
Yet sadly, she could not answer to the foremost requirement:
Fair, beautiful girl, from cultured family
A last sigh let loose,
And she became herself again.