Just For A Ring Of Gold Poem by Daljeet Narang

Just For A Ring Of Gold



Just for a ring of gold
On her little finger
She wanted to marry.

Just for a ring of gold
She was prepared to bargain for chains of wedlock and loads of domestic responsibilities in return for her bubbly youth and independence.

Just for a ring of gold
She was prepared to marry the first boy who asked for her hand in marriage.
Was he rich or poor?
Did he belong to a big or small house, big or small family?
Or was he a Hindu, Sikh or Muslim?
It didn't bother her.
"As large as your fiancé's heart", commented her boss the next day after her engagement when he glanced at the long peacock engraved on her little finger.
She smiled and felt happy.

Just for a ring of gold
Fortunately or unfortunately
She had married a man
Humble and simple
Rich in love not money

Just for a ring of gold
She realized so much the value of money,
the day she lost her golden ring in a bus on her way back to office.
That day, she started hating her husband as he could not afford another.

Just for a ring of gold
On their 17th wedding anniversary
She made her husband promise he would gift her with a ring of gold, the greatest longing of her life.

Just for a ring of gold, waited she, without water, tea or food the entire day for her husband that evening, with anxiety.
Furious, she felt, when he got late from office.
Even angrier, when after several rings, he did not take her calls.
At last, at 10: 00 pm, her cell phone rang. It was him.
She avoided the calls but changed her mind after few rings.
She picked up her cell. Someone else spoke from his cell.
He was in hospital. He had met with an accident that evening.

Her heart stopped beating not till she was convinced her husband was alive in the hospital although injured.

Just for a ring of gold
That day she realized till her last breath from that day onwards,
If she had ever two options to chose in life as -
To spend a life with a golden ring on her finger but devoid of her dear one,
Or to spend a life with her dear one but devoid of her much craved golden ring.
Her mind was now clear.
Without second thought she would chose the latter - a million times.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I would like to dedicate this poem to my dear husband who is yet to gift me with a real golden ring after I lost one,17 yrs ago.
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Daljeet Narang

Daljeet Narang

Jamnagar, Gujarat
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