To Boys Who'Ll Be Born Tomorrow
Even as I prepare my departure,
Boys of tomorrow, I think of you.
I'm leaving behind for you
What I inherited from the departed,
Lest I become like a rock
Which knows not its children.
Take heed dear ones, someday,
You'll face your meekness,
The enemy inside you,
When you set out to win a damsel's heart.
I know nothing about
Matrimony of salt and sea.
But,
I don't consult a haruspex either,
To foretell the stage-fright
You're destined to suffer from,
While you express your love.
I don't wish to frighten you.
But,
Take my word lovers of tomorrow,
Many romancing stalwarts
Had been spirited away to madhouses
By spirits of vineyards
While they struggled to say
The sweet sentence.
In the ancient days of our land,
A customary bouquet, made of two flowers:
Mimosa blooms tucked in between
Petals of a butterfly ginger lily,
Was offered to one's dream girl,
In lieu of words.
If she wore it behind her ear,
While her bewildered eyelashes fluttered,
Like a bird after the rain,
It was yes.
The otherwise had fatal ways.
I ask you
To inherit the ritual.
But,
Plant the flowers first.
For you'll be needing a lot.
Copyright © Ibohal Kshetrimayum | Year Posted 2018
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