You packing the goods,
I packing the goods,
going for a honeymoon,
not to the moon,
To a fairy land
Where live in the fairies
Or a dream land,
But o a destination
To be alone,
Doing the self-to-self talk
Apart from
Flesh and blood attachment.
Go for a honeymoon
Away from the congested habitation,
Busy, fast and mechanical living
To find a free and fine lonely surrounding,
As far as your purse allows you to be,
But forget not the promise of love,
That promised you
In taking her to be own,
Choosing as her as your life-partner,
Keep, keep her unto,
never, never betray the heart
That it loves or takes to one's liking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Lovely poem, Bijay Kant ji. You have narrated very beautifully the underlying idea behind the concept of this worldwide ritual named 'honeymoon'.