A million suitors and me <br />O my love <br />my sweet catty <br />how do I not despair <br />the suspense is torturing <br />I am not the richest <br />nor do I rule kingdoms <br />I am no intellectual genius <br />nor a business baron <br />I dont cammand the love of zillions <br />I dont have ivory furniture <br />neither swelling bankbalance <br />Just a small library is all I have <br />with books of classical poetry <br />and cognitive psychology <br />some teach Platos philosophy <br />and some Einsteins relativity <br />while some talk of the world beyond <br />the diaphanous subject of metaphysics <br />Wordsworth and Keats <br />Robert frost coexist with <br />love sonnets of Ghalib <br />a small collection of Ghazals <br />and some forgoetten Woody Allen movies <br />A few unabridged dictionaries <br />All these are my possessions <br />will I ever call you my own <br />haha what a silly question <br />for who owns the roses <br />does he also own its fragrance as well? <br />who owns the monsoon rain <br />or the surreally beautiful <br />mountain train <br />who owns the Niagra falls <br />or the redwood trees tall <br />who owns the sweet bite of winters <br />or the poignancy of Autumn <br />The answer was to give me lasting peace <br />and bring to my insomniac existence a moment of sleep............<br /><br />anurag duggal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-million-suitors-and-me/
