No, he is not a prince in full regalia,
riches falling at his boots,
nor a knight of any table,
though he could be -
sitting shoulders squared at our semicircle, breakfast nook,
morning light streaked like paint 'cross his bare, Sanskrit skin,
hair cow-licked in the front.
He is not rich.
He is not tall nor svelte nor very well-kept.
He lacks the vocabulary and imagination to show me
how he loves me, for he is no Poet.
(but the way he gazes at me over his coffee mug
with puffed up, tired eyes, sleep dust tucked away in the corners of his lids, stretch marks spindling
'cross his broad shoulders;
it's enough to send my heart in ripples)
I will tell you what he is.
He is a man who believes everyone has a heart,
and everyone should be treated with kindness.
He is a man who blushes when I blow him kisses.
He is a man who believes in God and in having faith.
He is a man who puts family before everything, even himself. Even me.
Of the things he is and the things he is not,
sometimes I am unsure,
though I am always sure of one thing.
He is a man worth keeping.
Do you know, what really crossed my mind while reading this beautiful, heartfelt poem ? My India poem, those traits, aren't only rare to find in a man, but are also traits you'd find in some of the "real" indian guy, Amandeep, is someone I can never ever forget, no matter how hard I try, I know it's no possible. The person i am talking about it, is somehow, 98% the way you penned your man over here. Born with his own ethics pasted all in his heart!
This isn't just a front page poem, it's also a beautiful message, and a very overwhelming love gesture, for he, who's meant :]
I don't know what to feel, here, except envying you for such a brave heart that is never afraid of portraying your inside. And enving you for such a man, do not ever let go of him. Those kind of men are precious, you won't really know their preciousness enough till they're lost. I'm sure he appreciated this so much. Describing him honestly. Can you believe that I just broke up with my boyfriend, still felt the pureness of love? I was reminded of details I never experienced, yet dreamt of. I'm so sad yet amazed at the moment. Feeling not the need to be loved after this piece. Perhaps for some this is just a love piece, submitted to catch some attention. For me, this is more than poetry, this is the sweet selflessness people rarely do appreciate. You are good, no, you are a goddess, when it comes to this kind of poetry. This needs not someone to analyze it, it's clear and easily understood. I just commented to tell you that yes, he is a man worth keeping. Breath-taking poetry, Jane.