Bijay Kant Dubey
I've Made Up My Mind To Ask For The Hands Of The Fanatic's Daughter - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
I've made up my mind to ask for
The hands of the fanatic's daughter,
Her father may be a fanatic
But I am sure of it
She is not,
She is not fanatical.
After seeing her stealthily
And falling in love,
I have made up my mind,
But she will be,
She will be my love
And I shall ask for the hands of
None but the fanatic's daughter.
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