Marry A Person Worth Being Your Height Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

On our 23rd wedding anniversary

8400 days of pleasant togetherness
1200 weeks of shared dreams
276 months of intimate pleasantries
23 years of happy living are
What all I am blessed with
After my being made one with you

How come you did not change a bit at all
While I feel I am changing at each minute’s fall

How readily you accepted me and mine
In spite of our accommodating you was not that fine

How wonderfully you blossomed and spread fragrance
Despite my worthlessness and thoughtless arrogance

You may not know the great feelings I went
Through, whenever you were beside with your own sweet scent

Love for you is a spring and like a well
It is always full and in fact, tends to swell
As time passes I apprehend it will be a hell
Without you nearby with lot many things to tell

I know my philosophical ways and spiritual moods
But never came to know in full your thoughtful routes
To ways of living and winning friends striking roots
Deep in their hearts thus performing feats of loots

I lost my mother long long back, keeping the gnawing
Alive for a motherly care and love, and my belonging
To you quenched once and for all this painful longing
As you demonstrated an affection ever growing

You bore my children and the pains thereof
For which I do not have words to pour off
To thank you adequately and to share of
Your struggles to see that things are well off

Come what may, go what may, with you by my side
I can stand and come over any great slide
I only wish in your next immediate birth, decide
And marry a person worth being your height