Two little birds they were
Living to please others.
One named Priya
Another named Ram.
Birds of different feathers
Yet destined to fly together.
A chance encounter on that date
A Meeting arranged by fate.
Bickering and spats
Order and Norm of Day
Vexing and annoying each day.
Both never looked the same way
But couldn't avoid the other, anyway
Two little birds they were
Living to please others.
A sudden marriage of compromise
For families' wishes and needs to concede.
Together they came, yet apart
Living and adjusting for a start.
Paradox and antithesis; two poles in spectrum
Irony and sarcasm enliven their daily humdrum.
A day of close call, fast and celebration
A day of anew regard and admiration.
Slow but steady, sure yet lasting
Unknown feelings started sprouting.
Flying away to Down Under
Honey and moon still asunder.
Together the birds, soared their feathers
Their hearts now seemed to flutter.
Exploring the unexplored; a tender love sublime
Two souls united; emotions played in pantomime.
Roots of love strong and deep
Will withstand the tests of time.
Joys and sorrows, happiness and content
Shared and enjoyed till an eternity.
Two little birds they were
Living to love and care.
Each for the other; together as one
We like and love them as none.
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PS: Dont ask me " How could you equate Ram to little Bird?"..Its a poetic liberty..
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