Marriage And Me... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Darling, I won`t marry you.
I`ll tell you why; `cause I love you the most.
I never wanna our love lost;
I never wanna you discover as a weakling your toast.
I fear to be a hubby of a dame such as you, my baby.

They say it`s a yoke and only a bull can draw;
No inkling of being a good bull;
But, as you know, I am such a jerk!
Though not totally lotus eater
Yet mind is too crazy.
I can guess it pretty well how it will pain
When you find as a lover better than.....

It`s great that you now see me as your man.
But what`ll happen once you find me as a cranky human?
Love is a drama on a dreamy stage;
But the green-room scene takes after a marriage.
Seeing for a moment and seeing for ages are never the same!
May be you are as lovely as a bride as a sweet dame.
But if I fail it will bring me just pitch dark shame.

Darling, I am so very sorry that I tell you such a truth.
But life pages read that as a husband I have never been that good.
Sorry, I will never marry you as I love you the most.
I never wanna our love get lost and caving in your toast!