An Epic Love Story | Kushal Narang

THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

It's been some lively yesteryears

Since I met my love-lyric

Two tiny angels blessed our lives

As our love-story turned epic!

But not so simple should it seem

To one who happens reading this

Fruitful rewards need stern efforts

And that is how this love-life is!

A lonesome, handsome somebody

I think I was, some point in time

A vibrant, fragrant flower was she…

Blooming in her youthful prime

Our feelings struck a rhythm divine

Thanks to our planets and stars

But Venus was her preferred home

While I belonged to Mars!

A minor celestial rearrangement

Of tempers and temperaments galore

A little adjustment here and there

And we loved even more!

Love bore fruit in the loveliest way

An angel personified!

The apple of my eye indeed

My moment of fatherly pride!

And the fragrant flower that was her

Became Mother Nature herself

To bear and rear her treasured fruit

And raise her miniature self

While here was clumsy me instead

Balancing work and life

Servant to humanity, son to parents

And husband to my wife

Many a big, fat book I'd read

Oft managed a dreaded disease

But oh, this new-found tiny-tot

Was beyond my expertise!

But look at her, just cruising along

Through work, and house and kid

And friends and kith-and-kins all

Much more than I ever did

Time flew fast and angel grew

Cuter and naughtier by the day

Through smiles or pranks or otherwise

She would have her way!

Until of course we found a route

To magnify our world

As another angelic presence formed

And destiny unfurled…

New joys galore she brought to us

And relief from a testing time

Her tiny, yet wholesome form perfect

Her ethereal beauty sublime!

So soft and sweet her charming self

So tranquil is her sound

An experienced father is how I feel

With my second child around

And so, she grows too, so do us

In this journey of family-life

And grows along our story of love

Of daughters, man and wife!

I marvel at these big-small girls

Of different shapes and sizes

Who hold me in their loving fold

With sweet, naughty surprises!

I look again at my dear self

And can't hold back a grin

I thank the Lord for who I am

And the kind of life I'm in...

An agreeing husband, obedient father

With things in near-perfect sync

As I lay floating, an island of blue

In a sea that's coloured pink!