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Heavens opened up
And showered their
Pure blessings on you
Promising new reasons for
You to be happier than ever

Beginning this year
Is this saga of love
Right from our hearts
That will end not ever,
How we met was amazing,
Dark days of anonymity,
Ahead for some more time,
Yet I shall really make it work.

My dear best friend,
You promise me today
Should this love never fade,
Ever with the tides of time,
Loving me will be your elixir and
Forever shall I always love you faithfully.

For you, I am an artist,
My art is music,
My art is love.

For you, I am a soldier,
My duty is guarding,
My duty is protecting.

You lost someone special,
I'm an addition new,
Do not worry, dear,
I'm here to stay here.

1.
But as of the present,
I'm only into bookkeeping,
As in I keep an eye on my assets.
2.
Those complex ratios are absent.
I'm currently into learning,
Later, I might go deep.
3.
I learnt non-medical sciences at school,
Went on to read biotechnology at college,
And ended up earning money in commerce.
4.
Those ratios can obviously wait until I learn.
I love what life till 33 has shown,
So far, it has shone.
5.
Haters will hate,
Like potatoes will potate,
The jealous will get deep-fried.
6.
I have my tasks to shoot down,
My affluence would increase.
And parents will be proud.
7.
This is the determination of the fallen—mine,
All that, I'll humbly reclaim what I had lost,
Alone or with a companion, it's to be seen.

I was born in 1990,
Only 8 days shy of 1991.

Still, I am Generation Y.

She was born in 2000,
Nearly 6 weeks into it.

She's Generation Z.

Still, she responded to me,
Actually her mother did.

The matrimonial ad.

My parents had flashed it,
In a timely manner, they hoped,
That I can be married.

So, I went to their home,
I liked her for her youth.
And of course her eyes.

She was truthful and frank too.
She told me what she wanted,
She wanted a mature man.

When I told her that I was an artist,
She loved my poetry,
And commended my creations.

Soon that 'misunderstanding' happened,
And the Miss felt she was standing under,
To equate herself with me, she berated me.

Oh, I do want to marry her still,
Because in her I see a lot of potential,
But she'll have to change her behaviour.

And as she can't change,
Things she will have to realise.
I don't think that she can apologise.

There's a generation gap between us,
And the next generation can't say sorry,
Or just accept their mistake with humility.

I forgot what I forgot,
So, I've moved on,
And happily so.

Was it someone's jibe,
Taken at me sadistically,
Or was it something else?

Sorry, I forgot,
I forgot that again,
But it's perfectly fine.

Parents arranged my marriage with a girl.
I liked her at first sight—young and chirpy.
And I made up my mind to marry her soon.

In the followup to the marriage,
We interacted with each other,
In the beginning, I liked her.

Soon, courtship turned one-sided,
I was the only one interested,
Insulting me, she started.

She had a problem with quick love.
Berated me for saying it so soon,
She told me to behave mature.

I accepted her remarks,
The criticism of my ways,
I focused on all my means.

I proudly told her that I didn't give up.
The coma-inducing accident, and
Injuries couldn't reduce me.

I told her about how I literally won a war,
A war against time and disability,
The doctors labeled me as 42% challenged.

"But I didn't give up," I told her.
I defeated my disability,
And all of their speculations.

When I passed into that coma,
After the accident, I'd die,
They had speculated.

When they diagnosed me 42%,
I will do some easier work,
They all had guessed.

They wanted me to drop out of college,
Oh, they want me to be humble,
Be humble and accept fate.

Not that the other job is easier,
But they wanted me to set up a shop,
For daily needs, stationery & photocopy.

Even my mother wanted me to drop out.
Leave the B.Tech. Biotech incomplete,
Opt for an easier course instead.

But I told her that I didn't give up,
No, I did not; I did not give up.
I fought my way to the top.

I cleared my B.Tech. degree in Biotechnology,
Not only that degree, but my story continues,
Attained an M.Tech. in Animal Biotechnology.

I initiated a PhD in Animal Biotechnology,
However, I had to quit it due to COVID19,
I lost my opportunity due to the pandemic.

But she, out of her own regret,
Regretted about not being able,
To clear exams, me she insulted.

"People with disability achieve more."
I felt belittled, but she continued,
"They even crack UPSC-CSE."

I'm not disabled since birth.
No, I'm not, I'm not, I told her.
This disability I acquired in 2010.

I told her the same,
But she did not realise it.
How wrong she was.

How she had insulted me and my struggles,
I can't marry her,
The man I am today is after my struggles.

Though she loved my poetry,
The 'Angel?' Saga the most,
But she insulted my history.

She even compared my life against others.
As if she knows all the people like me,
My dreams shattered due to that accident.

No, she knows everyone not,
She doesn't know others who gave up.
Look at me; I didn't give up, but I'm victorious.

But she was not impressed.
She is rigid and argumentative.
Never going to apologise & accept.

I told her mother that I couldn't marry her.
Why? Because she doesn't know humility.
Obviously, she can never respect me either.

She wanted me to respect her.
She thought that only hers matters.
Because I live in the inferiority complex.

A door is a door,
Whether you adore it for it's made by a doer.
Keep procrastinating and let the defect stay,
or get it replaced.