A Romantic Bastard
Angomcha Chingkhei Meitei *
When I was 12,
I show her, first
in white shirt, black skirt, red tie, black shoe and white shocks,
and I fall in love.
When I was 14,
we were in different schools,
decided to propose her,
and waited for the X exam to over.
When I was 18,
she was hanging out with someone,
I never loose heart,
and keep following her, secretly.
When I was 20,
met her in a party, beautiful in red,
tried hard to convey my feelings for her,
and the party too ended in waste.
When I was 22,
I was 2200km far away from her,
but sent endless letters,
and I didn't get a reply.
When I was 24,
I was into a relationship with someone,
but I kept thinking about her,
and I was tainted insincere.
When I was 26,
I show her walking down the street, alone,
against the wind, she approached towards me, smiling,
and when I opened my eyes, she was away nowhere.
When I was 28,
I decided, whatever it is,
it is to be now,
and she got married to someone,
When I was 30,
she was mother to two beautiful children,
I knew everything about her before she knew about herself,
and I am still 2200km away from her.
When I am 32,
I am still single,
not ready to mingle,
and I am still a romantic bastard.
* Poem written by Angomcha Chingkhei Meitei, a frequent contributor to e-pao.net . He can be reached at his Blog here and email to acmeitei(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on August 01 2011.
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