My Maiden Love Letter

As I sit now, to write You my maiden letter of Love,

I can see in the garden, two white doves,

Playing with each other, in the backdrop of rain,

A sense of pride can be seen on them, no signs of pain.

It was only yesterday, when I saw my dad resting still on his pyre,

With his everlasting smile on lips, in his full army attire,

Your photo in the frame was in front of him, It was his last will,

He wanted to face you with pride, his body doesn’t get burnt until.

As I offered my last salute to him, in the form of fire,

I can see on his face, his lifelong desire,

My mother was his love, but You were his only devotion

So, on her face, I saw happy and sad, both in a rare combination.

And, why not? How can one be not in love with You?

After knowing the length and breadth, and the nature of You.

Its only You in the whole world, which has this rich tradition,

When the world plays with fire, You spread the peace rendition.

There is no face in the world, with this divine grace,

Himalayas act as crown, and Serenity fills all Your space,

No religions, colour, race or traditions on the earth,

Can claim not to be touched by Your no-violence mirth.

And, to such a beauty, I write this Letter of Love,

I promise, to be like my father, with stilly and un-fearing nerve,

You may have lost a lover to the bullet of enemy

I promise, I would love You more, and save You from every archenemy.

And in Your love, If I have to rest forever on such a pyre,

I won’t be giving up, the chance to play with fire,

I would want to see this photo frame till my body disappear,

And, the rare combination on my mother’s face, which the world admire.

(c)Amit Agarwalla