As You Like It Poem by Prithwish Biswas

As you like it, my dear
I'm no one but a humble travelling jester of a humble town
As you like it, my dear
you made me someone
We through the forest
As you like it, my dear
we go through the forest
As you like it, my dear
The countrymen may not forgive us for who we are and what we are?
In the eyes of Jesus, we are lovers but in the eyes of the bullfrog king we are escaped, convict
For the people, I'm no one but a laughing stock, and you're a beaten stock wife of tax collecter
As you like it my dear
As we may die at the arms as you may die at the arms of each other.
As we are the same, people have made us someone of what we're not
As you like it, my dear
I'm not a soldier, not a paladin nor a knight who shall promise to protect you
But I shall promise to keep you safe and happy