Oh Shyam! Wake up
It’s Thursday
Go to the shrine
Your beloved waits, midway. \
Last night, it rained
The environment looks freshly painted.
The trees drop odd drops
Vapor rises from the wet black roads.
It’s such a romantic day
Go to the shrine
Your beloved waits midway.
Get a rose, be an example
From the lady’s shop near the temple
Ask the security guard for spare pennies
Write her a letter for her happiness.
Also write her a poem, what say?
Go to the shrine
Your beloved waits midway.
Put on the grey kurta, her favorite
And the green scarf for the heat
Paint your nails pink, she likes that
Take the tote bag which says:
Poetry Advisory: Poetic Content
Take a calendar, mark the date
Go to the shrine
Where your beloved waits.
Oh Shyam! Wake up!
It’s Thursday
Go to the shrine
Your beloved waits midway.