Tonight Pen down in your diary,
Nobody in this wretched world,
Can call or accept you as the following,
Wife, lover, friend, colleague or
The better half or Goddess.
Or the Princess or a queen.
Even if you find somebody who can accept you,
There would be One or two of the above.
None can accept all of the above.
In this cruel world where you live,
You will be called as dear, sometimes darling,
Or at the most honey.
Such names will be carried,
Till the time youstart crying.
You are worshipped only in my temple.
Remember, only I can proudly accept you as for all,
Remember, only I can announce it to the world
Remember, only I can respect you the most,
Remember, only I can love you the most.
Oh! ! you Silly woman,
If something goes against nature,
And you find another who can call you,
Who can accept you by all,
Then I beg don’t wait for anything,
Rush more quickly as is your nature,
Live long and peace be yours forever.
Dedicated to the Mystery Girl.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 19/06/2019
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