My Theory

My Theory,

Before I leave this valley,

I neither want last ride together,

As did Robert Browning,

Nor I like desperate drowning,

As preferred Percy Bysshe Shelley,

Before I leave this valley,

Before my love is fading

I wouldn’t like serenading,

As do a Nightingale, to woo its love,

So it is also done by a dove,

It wouldn’t  be  an “Ode to Nightingale”

I would not let my love turned pale.

I shall break all bonds and walls,

I shall see how each of it falls,

Though I am not an emperor,

I do confess I am not a conqueror,

I have no money to build a Taj,

I can’t lead my love to raj,

But don’t loose heart,

My sweet Love, my sweet  Mumtaz,

I shall win my love,

And make it shine all stars above,

Till my heart beats, I shall strive,

May it be a tide or a tsunami,

It can’t take me away,  from my drive,

I shall chisel the rocks to carve my love,

I shall take it above and above,

I shall carve it on each of the rock,

It shall last earthquakes shock,

I shall also scribe it on glittering sand,

But before I could raise it

Lest wayward wind erase it,

Or it is washed away by a wave,

I shall scribe it on the land,

I wish my strive may it save,

I shall call upon ye, 'My Love' so loudly,

My love will ever hear its echo proudly,

When I shall leave the valley,

I would be felt everywhere,

I shall be found here and there,

The rocks will witness of my love,

The glittering sand will also verify,

I shall perish, but my love glorify,

The cool breeze murmuring my love story,

Immortal spirit of a mortal, is my theory.