I Will Certainly Marry Him Again Poem by chandra thiagarajan

Clinging to him as a new bride,
With a heart full of hope and pride,
I stepped into this married circle
With him, who was till then my uncle.

Nineteen years have we worn,
Since Man and Wife we were sworn;
Each one of these lovely days,
Has shown me one by one of his ways.

A person who doesn't believe in God,
As one from above, ruling with a golden rod;
Who isn't good, out of fear of the Lord's quake,
But is so just for goodness' sake:

Who reveres even the meanest living thing,
And at Nature's beauty whose thoughts do cling—
Whose sunny heart, anger has seldom clouded,
And who with a buoyant spirit has ever been shrouded.

None can towards him an ill-will bear,
For his nature embraces all hearts true and fair;
A person who is considerate and ever kind,
The like of whom is hard to find.

Just well of him, at first I thought,
He's now proved to be better than what I sought;
With him I vouchsafed my every thing,
In him I let dissolve, my heart of spring.

Misgivings, even small, rarely prop,
And from our fathomless love we ne'er drop;
So close we are, ourselves we pride,
The following day, sees us more closely tied.

Our thoughts to one another reach,
Ere the others' flower into speech;
Each heart in one another is blended,
And cannot be separated till our life is ended.

Four golden fruits, we did bear,
Out of the tender love we did share,
One day, away a wind will them carry,
For them to take roots when they marry.

Then two old souls, he and I,
Would quiver at the thought of passing each other by;
And our wish which we'd then cherish,
Would be, for us, not only to together perish,

But, also to be bound as Man and Wife,
In every future spurt of life,
So, sure, happier, all the more I'd be,
To marry him again, knowing him as is he!