But you have to wed 
There is no other way
Unless of course I’m dead
He’s family, my sister’s son 
Your cousin 
You’ve known each other 
Since forever 
Yes, he used to be my brother!
LIKE a brother when you were little 
He’s not your brother
Don’t say these bizarre things
‘Bhai hai! Khair hai, chai bana lo’
That wasn’t said so long ago 
By you mother, ammi, ammini, enemy 

That was then and this is now 
I have a child   
Sing, drums play for you 
A son is born, sing!
My child, so beautiful 
Come down sing drums play for you 
Sing drums play, come 
Down-sing-drums 
Play for you, come 
Down-Syn-Drums
Play for you, come
Down-syn-drome 
Pain for you, come, come down….

This is now and how it shall remain 
My child, golden
Beautiful, so beautiful 
So angry, so tearful
And also so dry-eyed, so agonized
So angry all the time
He screams again 
I close my ears sometimes 
I disappear now and then 
I look away from his little head
Swollen with tears, angry, unshed

But I had to wed 
There was no other way 
He was family, her sister’s son 
Now my son my son, my beautiful, broken son 
There was no other way 
I had to become the bride 
Unless of course I had died.