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THE DAY TO PROPOSE : A VALENTINE'S MONOLOGUE


The day is to propose.
But what? And why?...
Oh, the borrow'd day's peculiar pose!

Propose did I love just yesterday.
With a rose.
The red red rose...
Yes, that garden-fresh rose,
That sweet-smelling rose,
That succulent rose, perfectly mellow,
With which I did propose.

That was my sheer proclamation of love.
And I did swear love in God's name.
That was my heart's profound utterance...

Why to propose again?
What, other than love, to propose?
I did the both a day before.
Then?
Will I propose to another?
The same way?
Or the same one differently?
Will I propose in Sahrukh's DDLJ style?
Or Viru's Shollay style?
Well, style done, what then?
Decent? Or indecent?
No, I can't think of an indecent proposal.
I am resolved to make my love 
platonic, immortal...

Yet, I can't see
If I am at all to propose.
Is it the same Valentine in a different park,
Or a different Valentine in the same park?
Then...? 
Hotel? Motel? Cinema?
But they are over, already. Yesterday.
With the red roses, in their romantic incense!
Then?
Will I propose the same 'yesterday love'?
The same old love?
Or, by the way, marriage?
No...no...! It's too immature.
We may cohabit, however. 
But it's over-boarding, too...
Oh!
Heck!!
It's so gutting!!!
I'm being blank'd...

Oh!
It's late, already.
There may be a call from my Valentine,
Any time soon.
Or from a different Valentine, if any.
I've got to be robed up.
The bike, the fuel, the purse...
All must be jobbed fast.
I must meet my Valentine.
Can't take the risk of losing her...
I can see 'single macho Valentines'
Moving here and there,
Like hungry vultures,
With flaming love roses in their hands.
Soon they will pounce upon
If my Valentine is alone. 
I must not be too late.
And it must not be night, in my wisest sense, 
For the decency goes only by the day, 
If it is at all The Propose Day, 
And not The Propose Night.

                                                     --  N P SAMAL



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