A Birthday Soliloquy
A Birthday Soliloquy
It's again a joyous day, October Thirty-First;
You descended eighteen summers ago on this Earth,
To bless its feet by your feet,
To quench the prolong thirst
Of Someone, whose life is full of the dearth
Of love and merriness, which would meet
Surely to the doom unless your birth
Safeguard it. That 'Someone' would burst
With delight and love if your love's heat
Will ignite his heart and make it peat,
Which would burn for the sake of the worst,
Who keeps a little or no worth.
I confess before you that I am 'Mr. Someone'
And would drink hemlock if it tasted like you
And crown you the 'Conqueror' of my heart
And request you not to depart
From my melancholy life as after 'Who'
Would be my life other than you? None!
You are the beauty of a delightful day,
But also the pain of a forlorn night.
Listen what the verses of Kierkegaard say:
"Life can only be understood backwards;
But it must be lived forwards"
And me, following this with all my might.
I create new memories to delete the old ones,
But you still find room in every new memory.
The clear stream of thought that runs
Make me sleep in the deepest reverie
And I imagine there that a human heart-
Cost in millions- I gave it to you for free.
So never, never and ever; O! you depart
But pour your love to bloom this withered tree.
O, what sufferings have I to bear
As inferno for not accepting you as my paradise?
I don't keep this thought so near,
As this mere poet is not so wise!