People say … <br />Thirteen is the unlucky number <br />But <br />On this day of September <br />My wife was born <br />Today is that auspicious day <br />I don't know … <br />She is unlucky or not <br />She only can express it better <br />But I guess … she is not <br />Because <br />She succeeded to search me out <br />From the crowd of billions. <br /> <br /> <br />Today I can tell you <br />We are made for each other <br />And <br />Mad for each other too <br />We like to live together <br />For centuries <br />Like the pigeon of <br />Sri Amarnath Cave <br />But <br />In the crowd of billions <br />And <br />In the heart of millions <br />To take the real taste of life.<br /><br />Asit Kumar Sanyal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thirteenth-september/
