The Proposal

The Proposal

A Poem by Pratik Mishra

Here 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!

© 2018 Pratik Mishra

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Added on September 1, 2018
Last Updated on September 1, 2018


Pratik Mishra
Pratik Mishra

mumbai, kalyan, India

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