My 52nd encounter with the peacock

It's a rainy day
Petulantly, he sat under a pink umbrella
Surrounded by rubber plants and peacock friends
Who were staring at me
It was his marriage day

I hesitated to invite you
Why so?
It's my fourth marriage as you know
What happened?
I never met the right one again
It's onerous

The ceremony began
Splinter of ice in the heart
The sun declining to rise
Descent to hell
No exit
No return

He knew he had joined his she-peacock
In holy matrimony 
When he shared his glass of rooh afza
That ended his rooh afza monopoly
Once and for all