Everyday I stood there at 9

Everyday I stood there at 9,

In formals and Straight.

I would wait in the breakfast line, 

One day morning I saw one girl charming

I knew, some day for her, I would fall on my Knee.

She was very pretty, beautiful and Sweet,

Drops of sweat would run down my face, I bet it was because of her and the October Heat.

Her eyes were the prettiest of All,

Something that reminded me of my niece’s Barbie Doll.

She would look gorgeous on days when she wore Pink,

Now, I must admit, this is what made me a poet with the paper and Ink.

  One beautiful day, as I stood in the canteen line,

I saw her coming from behind

My eyes went red, white and Blue,

I could only hope that she got a Clue.

Next day I mustered all my confidence and Energy,

Asked her, “Can I sit here?” with perfect Synergy.

I guess she thought I was something like that boy on wrapper of Parle-G.

She said, “Oh? Sure.”

But I thought I heard, “Yes, my Dear!!”

I asked her out on a date,

She said, “How about breakfast? I can’t Wait.”

So, my first date was in a cafeteria,

I don’t remember what I said I had, malaria, diarrhea or Lovearia.

Anyway, next few days were the most cheerful ones,

We spoke about politics, roads, people, work but nothing about my Crush.

Many a time’s I thought I got to tell her how much I liked her Here,

But it reminded me of the betrayal in the movie Primal Fear.

One day, she said smilingly and sweetly, “I am already Married.”

I heard something inside me, thought it was my heart which just got Buried.

I looked into her eyes with an innocent and blank Face,

Consoled my heart with words like, “someone beat me in the Race.”

My eyes were damp, tears rolled down my Face,

But hey I couldn’t have cried, then what is this Maze?

Now we r good friends and still she reminds me of my craze

As time has progressed I have learnt a lot in this process

But one thing for sure god is there for everybody,

He must have made somebody special for me

Living life with full zing, want to be my dreams king!!!!

-          Prasad Rokade