Saturday, January 4, 2020

A Ride by My Side

                                                          (The Monologue)

                                       You are my better half, me you can join
                                           We, you and I, the facets of the coin
                                           To have values as the model to tell,
                                                The main in a family to excel
                                               Then you are in no way inferior.
                                               How do you think I am superior?
                                           Listen to me--Don't look into the sky 
                                            That gives no answer for it is high.
                                           We are a couple met in our marriage.
                                              It is, indeed, the matter of prestige.
                                          Don't say that, to me; you are not equal,
                                               When two for each other essential.
                                           Charms, height and status or any other,
                                               Never a hitch for our ride together.
                                            I see your angry looks when I utter,
                                                The sense of equality to matter,
                                            When you are sure to nod in full joys
                                                You shake your head sans voice.
                                         You--throw looks as if you were-- a devil
                                          When I never think about you-- any evil.
                                       You can dare--you can move free by my side
                                           In smiles for miles and miles in the ride
                                             In your company, I derive all pleasure,
                                           The sweet cud of memoirs as a treasure,
                                            Don't raise your eyebrows in surprise.
                                               It is the fact for you to see sunrise,
                                           The counterfeited glee reflects the heart,
                                           Not--not a welcome gesture on your part,
                                              The lizard clicks over us I am right.
                                             It tells the truth as a right in its might
                                            Even in your anger, you look beautiful
                                             The rarest feature of yours delightful
                                           To see me, never apply--curved glance.
                                        Look at me straight--like that, it is a chance
                                            For me to see all glitters of your face.
                                     Somehow-- I feel blessed to see your full grace,
                                           I know-- no pretense your heart knows. 
                                           Your face hides what your heart glows.
                                      All say that women's words all mean different.
                                         O! You smile--for your words are coherent. 


Published
METVERSE MUSE
Diamond Jubilee Issue 2020
60th Issue

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