Well dressed, of course clean-shaven

Back from office,

fully tired, absolutely drained

dropped d’ bag on bed,
rushed to

washroom got freshened

No energy left,

need at least a cup of tea,

to sip leisurely, 
feel relaxed and free

Checked d’ fridge for little milk,

lighted gas stove,

prepared d’ drink

Remembered d’ weekend meeting,

scheduled for Saturday evening

Unmindfully sipped d’ tea,

an walk in interview spree!

Not a lucrative job offer,

but to choose a  life partner

Is it part of her duty!

is she prepared for it?

Two unknown souls to meet,

how to start, when to finish

Who will groom whom,

would-be bride or d’ bridegroom

For a neo phase in life,

to select a stranger

a suspense shrouded scene,

hazy, unclear

A beep  in cell, blinking light,

a message from matrimonial site

Repeated reminders sent,

d’ venue, timings not to forget

Things coordinated by d’ site,

though a bitter bullet to bite

In mail sent a long list ,

with seekers' bio-data in brief

Out of many she selected one,

on job status, hobbies, education

Meet fixed up in a coffee café

hope a hero, a perfect match

Expect a smart guy,
 curtly dressed,

with a clean shaven erudite face

If dreams do turn in to reality,

its evidently hard to believe it

Deciding day today, 
time passed fast,

she needs to instantly start

Gently pulled wardrobe door,

took out her favourite attire

Snug fit, well pressed, 
perfect colour match

wall mirror told, she looks decent

Reached d’ cafe, amply confident

looked for a place to sit,

and wait for d’ event

Found someone waving at her,

partly bald guy, loaded with cheer

Shocked, confused, perplexed,

d’ moustached man, a mismatch
out rightly rejected

With a deep sigh, settled on a chair

wished to reveal it to her mother

A gruff tone from back surprised her,

"I’m d’ guy, hope you’re looking for"

In his right hand her photograph,

She in a mute mode, 
dumbstruck, speechless

Her dream prince, 
right in front of her,

pinched own forearm hard,

true or a nightmare

Seems an ideal match, God chosen,

its not d’ matrimonial site, 
nor effort of her own,

Dreams do turn into reality,
quiet often,

The handsome guy next to her,

well dressed, of course clean-shaven