The ProposalA Poem by Pratik MishraHere I am, standing in front of you With my mouth open But not a word coming out This is becoming awkward, oh my god! Hiding a rose behind my back You ask me what's in my hand And as the panic strikes my heart I wish I could be engulfed by the land! And as the clock ticks My heart races Should I or should I not? With nervousness, my head's become hot! Finally, I find some courage in me I get on my knees Bring the rose forward and ask "Will you please marry me? " And as you begin to laugh I know I am doomed This news is going to spread like fire The whole college will mock my desire! Suddenly you grow fangs A curse escapes my mouth And as you bite me in the neck All I can shout is "Ouch! " Then the alarm rings I wake up from my sleep See a rose lying next to me I crumple it, and throw it somewhere deep! I know it was just a dream But no more proposals for me How nice it is to not be a vampire; To just see Netflix and be free!
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Added on September 1, 2018 Last Updated on September 1, 2018 Author
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