Will You Marry Me? Poem by Sahil Sharifdin Bhat

My income, home, car, and caste—all are small.
Would you still like to marry me, my doll?
If yes, I promise I will treat you as a queen
And gift you floral crowns and earrings green.
Our sleeping bed will be a lush green grassy floor
Which breeze sweeps, dew mops and poets adore.
I promise to kiss your eyes before your tears fall.
I will give you all my smiles and take your tears all.
Our job will be to love ourselves and help others.
We will respect all religions, races and cultures.
Our children will be raised like birds and flowers.
Our family will be cheerful and happy in all hours.
We will trust the creator for all our needs.
We will not judge others on their deeds.
I will never hurt you and never leave you alone.
And treat your flesh and bone as my flesh and bone.
We will create a small paradise on this earth.
Will you marry me and let our kids take birth?