(This poem encompasses a romantic mood within itself. The situation here is, that a romeo proposes to his beloved on her birthday. I don't know from where my mind fancied this situation; but somehow, I could manage writing a poem :) )
From the day I came into this ugly world,
into the ocean of misery, my life was hurled.
With sorrow and ill-luck waiting at every bend;
And my conscience as my deaf and dumb friend.
My ship was wrecked by the mighty gales ;
And the waves whipped me with their foamy tails .
Still I fought with the waves and I fought with the gales ;
And there wasn't a soul to hear my bitter wails.
Well, there wasn't any, save but one, I profess.
And with the Almighty as witness, i sincerely confess ;
That the word 'Angel' would fall quite short of explaining thee,
what that soul exactly relates to me.
For if it wouldn't have been for that soul,
the mamba of depression could have swallowed me whole.
For, when I was drowning, weary and abated,
I saw an eager hand and I reciprocated.
It was your own blessed hand ma cherie ,
that had pulled me off the quagmire of self-pity.
That moment on, my life was just yours to live.
For sans these bones and flesh, I had nothing more to give.
From then on, our friendship blossomed along.
'Twas like in autumn, hearing the nightingale's song.
I perceived you as the ganges of confidence.
Swimming in your serene waters was my only impudence.
From you it was, that i knew how good I was ;
And from you it was, that i knew how bad I was.
In my sombre life, you were the only chrysanthemum .
Singing of your beauty became life's only anthem.
Hiding a lover behind a friend, thought I, to be wise;
But your eyes had long penetated this disguise.
So now, to open up, is better think I ;
Afterall it was you to advice against being shy.
"You were born to be mine" by the Gods, I swear ;
'Tis on you will shower, all my love and care.
"Will you marry me" is the question that I pose;
My God! it feels horrible when one does propose.
And now, hoping the best returns from this day ,
I wish you, my dear, a Happy Birthday!
With sorrow and ill-luck waiting at every bend;
And my conscience as my deaf and dumb friend.
My ship was wrecked by the mighty gales ;
And the waves whipped me with their foamy tails .
Still I fought with the waves and I fought with the gales ;
And there wasn't a soul to hear my bitter wails.
Well, there wasn't any, save but one, I profess.
And with the Almighty as witness, i sincerely confess ;
That the word 'Angel' would fall quite short of explaining thee,
what that soul exactly relates to me.
For if it wouldn't have been for that soul,
the mamba of depression could have swallowed me whole.
For, when I was drowning, weary and abated,
I saw an eager hand and I reciprocated.
It was your own blessed hand ma cherie ,
that had pulled me off the quagmire of self-pity.
That moment on, my life was just yours to live.
For sans these bones and flesh, I had nothing more to give.
From then on, our friendship blossomed along.
'Twas like in autumn, hearing the nightingale's song.
I perceived you as the ganges of confidence.
Swimming in your serene waters was my only impudence.
From you it was, that i knew how good I was ;
And from you it was, that i knew how bad I was.
In my sombre life, you were the only chrysanthemum .
Singing of your beauty became life's only anthem.
Hiding a lover behind a friend, thought I, to be wise;
But your eyes had long penetated this disguise.
So now, to open up, is better think I ;
Afterall it was you to advice against being shy.
"You were born to be mine" by the Gods, I swear ;
'Tis on you will shower, all my love and care.
"Will you marry me" is the question that I pose;
My God! it feels horrible when one does propose.
And now, hoping the best returns from this day ,
I wish you, my dear, a Happy Birthday!
--Saurabh
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