My Love To An Upstart Crow

What a comedy it was

Oh Robert Greene,

I am in love with your Upstart Crow

Once you called him – The Upstart Crow

Now centuries after centuries

This Earth calls himself as English Literature.

Yes, I am in love with him

I admire him, because is unlike others

Do you know why?

Hey, you must know why

Ask to anyone in my country

To name an English Poet

You can hear his name from every lips

Even from the lips of a primary school lad.

Then ask your name- Robert Greene

You can hear “who” from every heart

Yes, you may be university wit

Well and Well educated

But he, who with basic education

Pasted his name

On every heart, every mind, every brain

As an inevitable page of english literature.

Years passed, You passed, He too Passed

I took my birth

I heard his name, read him

When I am hearing his name from six

In every page of my swot

But I heard your name only 19

On a single page, on a single line

That you have called him an Upstart Crow

Once.

From then,

My Love to an Upstart Crow Commenced

On the veins of my heart

And started reading him through his writings

From sonnets to tragedies

I met Desdemona, Cleopatra, Calphurnia,Portia

Aww! Those female characters

I met Caesar, Antony,, Hamlet, Brutus, King Lear

Alas! Those Male Characters

Also that unlucky lovers

Romeo and Juliet

They told me,

Observation and creative

Are the chief components

For the formation a poet

Not the masters and the social status.

Yes! I do love that Upstart Crow

Than you, dear University Wit.

Good morning

Through my windows,

That virgin sun rays

Fall upon me ,

Like a shower of love

And said Good Morning.

 

Through my half sleepy eyes,

I gaped , upon the sun

He goggles at me ,

Guffawed at me

Then wish me , Good morning.

 

Through a miraculous voice

He ardently murmured

wake up this day

Wake up , wake up…my sweety

Please take my Good morning.

 

Through a benign touch

He admonished me to

Forget the pain of yesterday

Enjoy the joy of today

And said Good morning.

 

Through the Sunbeam hug

He said , from today to tomorrow

Now and forever

I will There for you

With a sweet Good morning.

 

Through that cold breeze ,

He requested me to

Have the honor and the privilege

To call me his wife and to wish

Everyday Good morning .

 

Through a melodious song

He sang ,

Wants to be my favourite hello

And hardest goodbye

Also , dearest Good morning.

 

Through the alarm clock ,

I realize that ,it was a dream

an improbable dream

Then I wake up with usual sadface

Wished myself a Good morning .

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Akshaya Thulasi