It’s like one who had oysters on a fortuitous sea adventure,
Yet let slipped away with their pearly promises
Into the treacherous, stormy sea gone forever;
Out on first voyage on the Isles of labour, I
Shared with a grocer's daughter a beautiful something
For the sheer energies and whimsical notions we had for it.
Such rueful threshold in the troublesome crossings
Of my stubbornly re-offending budding youth:
Beardless with tender fraught of charming outlooks
And tongue of salt and probing and fearless eyes.
She was a bundle of innocent beautiful kid.
Capering ever like a caged bird with fiery flourish
Of romantic longings
The supple folds of fantasies nurtured
In the advance waters of ‘Mill and Boons’;
Circled now by her lovely bubbles, I
Soon transformed an unrestrained head as if
Drunk on sloshed chalice of intoxicant spirit
To the detriment of duties and laws but pleasures;
Still, the ever watchful bespectacled slender old one,
The princely in-law and understanding master:
Who though hardly ever aware of these escapades;
Bless his soul long ascended and children and estates left;
For all he now was to me in humbled rethinks:
Perhaps of all men the most tolerated than appreciated;
For arising constant on my fractious trails,
Arms outstretched in fatherly chiding and welcomes, His sin.
Yet do I flunk all goodwills and chances and cares thereby?
Through many mirror afternoons at work, I
Would stole away severally for snap looks-in on my babe
With those circuitous gush of loving utterances.
Along the quiet place where all you could hear
Is but the drip drip drip of a lone tap
Forming a bucket of light rippled lake.
Or where an Acacia tree stood sheltering
With Its bower of green leaves and flowery buds;
Desperate become a times sickly pretexts spawn I,
Granted leave hasten to tryst with my beloved Juliet
Waiting anxiously then by her school gate ajar.
And hand-in-hand wriggled we through relentless waves
Of cars and humans in trade and traffic along;
Touring the infrequent inner city’s nooks and crannies
Pausing by the city's landmarks and the water fronts
To see what's left of their beauties and shapes.
But one evening of a great commotion, once more, I
Crossed the Rubicon of an out of bounded duties;
To the annoyance of the slender old one
Who arose from behind the escritoire red eyed;
Seen from his prescription glasses lain on his nose.
Now made weightless with fury he lurched forward
For the obstinate me cattle-herder stick in hand
But missed the jab dodged sending his frail frame
And glasses into a scandalous crash;
And so fell on my camel's back the last straw.
So escaped I into the deep night from the reach
Of foot-dragging chasing pack on my trail;
What a night of intense sorrowful reflections
Altered by feelings of self guilt and askance
For all that happened and the squandering
Of graces and good wills
Of those who still were dearly the beloved
Of mine and also missed the chance to say a deserved
Farewell to my loving Juliet.