Letter to My Future Husband -A poem by Romi Jain
Sir! I’m unable to write today. I thought of writing you a nice letter but I had doubts if I would ever meet you and had fears generated by womanizers.Still I’ll write: If you’re for me somewhere I’ll accomplish this feat!
I bow to you, sir!To you I offer myself in complete submissionSir! If in erasing my existenceI can obtain happiness for youI will.I want to hold you comfortably and securelyin my palmlike a pearl kept safe inside a casket.
I’m accused of being argumentativeAnd I have no guilt.O’ my lord- my vanity, my pride, my proclivity to argue,my reason, my ambition-all that make me unacceptable to the worldand of which I haven’t had the slightest regret—melt down and vanish in your raysfor you’re the brightest sun and you penetratemy stony passions and crumble them!
Sir! The wind of puberty brought me dreams of you-still adorning the tree of my love those fresh leaves! With dreams came my resolution to be bound to you, just to you. And I have kept my resolution, sir! But you just pass by! The paradise I built exclusively for you with loyalty and love looks on, as if betrayed by an indifferent owner of a splendid palace.
They, the other men, have been so curious.Arrogantly confident of winning a woman, theytasted defeat in my courtyard and were never let in!I admit some of them were kingly in appearancewith the radiance of diamond and the sweetness ofapple. They stood before me with royal gaitholding baskets of inducements.But my heart was chained to you,the shackles they couldn’t break—the unseen shackles that crisscross over mymind, my body, my thoughts, my soul:soft like wool, blowing gently like breeze, thrillingme with fascination for you;thorny for those who dare intrude.
Sir! Just fill yourself with melike water contained in a pond.The water that never dries up,and too powerful for a flood!The water with which no outside streammingles–And the pond and the water remain unintrudedever!