Fingers Crossed...Once Again! Poem by VaishakSeetharam Dattani

Fingers Crossed …Once Again!

She penned that day, a poem of love, so bright, so right,
I prayed that night, to let my dove, be my dear bride.
I saw the evening and saw the light, je Suis desole mate,
Did not I get her in my life; she became an innocent man's soul mate
But, I crossed my fingers to get an angel like her, be my dear wife.

Summer dried and winter bloomed, life went on till I saw a blue moon,
Saw I a fairy, heard I a tale, as she touched her fingers on a violin maroon.
Her chants took me to stars, paralysed my whole body as well as heart.
Did not I see her from that time, did you know-She was someone else's lifeline.
But, I crossed my fingers to get and angel like her, be my dear wife.

Rowing a boat, red roses she sold, netted hat she wore
In this month of June, in this afternoon, as queen she posed
Love is patient, love is kind, and she is the only one, I myself remind
Love was at day, or, love was at night; she too stepped in someone else's mind.
But, I crossed my fingers to get and angel like her, be my dear wife.

Of all the brides I have seen, Of all the ones I have ever dreamed
Oh friend, I‘ve never been so keen, hers is the name, from mountain top I've screamed
She isn't a poet, she isn't a singer, and she isn't a florist or an angel too
But she is my fairy, she is my princess & she is my artist of all seasons true
And now I cross my fingers; If not her, then no one else, as my wife, I want atleast for this life.

Vaishak Seetharam Dattani
01 June 2014