When I was just five years old
I had many things which I cherished
But most of all I loved the golden oldie
Who was known as my maternal grandpa
Because he never left me feeling
Wanting for the love and care
A five-year-old child desires most.
I knew my mother and father
Were quite busy at work
At office and also at home.
So I never ever complained
Because that was just not right
Even for that child's mind of mine.
But grandpa always was there for me
With all his care and concern
Which he loved to lavish most on me.
Then came the years
When I was sent to school
And where -- thanks yet again to my loving God --
I chanced to meet the loveliest girl
My eyes of head, heart and soul had seen
And we became very good friends
In a matter of no time.
Her name was Daphne
A name that will always remain
Ingrained in my memory.
And be part of my destiny.
Our friendship was innocent and pure
Sincere, loyal, trustworthy and rare
I had lost my grandpa by then
As his time to go back to God had come.
But Daphne filled in the void and gap
In her own lovely, charming, angelic ways.
Again, God was being very kind and loving
For refilling my full quantity of love
Pure, true and refined like gold
Which I always sought only from Him.
And in this truth
To this day I believe so.
For only God Almighty
Made Daphne lovely for me
Like a true friend she always was
Always there for me...
And then as the years grew
She became a pretty, loving maiden
Whose love always ruled my being
As my feelings too were just as strong
For her and her saintly soul.
Then fate separated us
And hate filled my years that followed
The hate and venom of a lecherous she-devil
Who was forced into marriage with me.
Even then, putting up with all her ugliness
Of heart, mind, soul and character
I gave the best years of my youth
Trying to make her a family-loving woman
And a husband-loving wife
And a children-caring mother.
It did not work at all
Her hate and envy along with her greed
For more and more wealth and status
Made her more and more of a devil
And we suffered
My children and I
And the house
Which we all -- my children and I
Did our very best to make it a home.
Then she left us in her quest for more
In money and belongings
The social butterfly in her made her wild
And one day she flew back with an air ticket
Purchased from the money I had saved
For our children...
She promised to return with some immense wealth
Within a month
But failed to keep in touch with any one of us
Me or the children
For more than seven years.
But God Almighty be praised and thanked
For blessing me and my boys and girl
With the true love of a woman
Who loves us all unconditionally
Expecting only true love in return
From all of us especially me.
Am I not lucky?
God did test me for some long years
With the worst of women a man can have
For a wife or the worst of mother
Any child can even dream of...
But now we again find that we all are lucky
To have true love in our lives again
Giving a whole new turnaround to our somewhat wrecked lives.
I thank her
Without naming her.
She is my beloved and will always be so
For now and for all the coming years
We love each other and love at least for now
The time being
To be secretive and mysterious.
There are so many sweet smelling flowers
And shrubs in a garden
But the scent of one of them is the sweetest
That is how I define my beloved
And with this clue
Add no more to reveal
More about her loving mysteries.
Great piece...I wish you happiness and the best
life has to offer...your very deserving....
good luck...