My Black Lady

My love… would you take the pride In making me a poet? Or would you in obscure, hide in shame On realizing- that it’s with you That the atmosphere of my orb’s mindset Has changed, and what would be the times Greatest event; in turning me a poet! As my friend says, you were the ceremonial stone Or, are you the undercurrent of my karmic connection. My love… it was just platonic love… Turned into a proposal which was denied; at your disposal So why is that the impact, has changed one’s life destiny??? So; may I declare thine name to the world: my love…? Or in my conscience world safeguard you! You are not shahjahans- noorjahan, Saleems anarkali… bajirao's- mastani, or Keats –fanny, its better you be Garandpa’s- black lady?!