has come out of his house.
He must be standing on a bus stop,
in the busy hours of the Saturday evening.
The whole world suffers from the Saturday night fever,
I can afford to gift him a motorbike
but he is very much sensitive
of his self-respect.
Moreover,
it’s not his birthday,
it’s my birthday.
Oh! He must have purchased a gift for me,
where from he would have arranged the money for it!
How could I explain to him
he is himself a precious gift of God for me!
I’ll have to wait till his birthday
this time I’ll not listen to him
and gift him a motorbike
on his coming birthday.
I listen to the bell from the gates
someone has come,
let me see who is it?
I open the gates and I see
someone on a new motorbike
with a shining helmet on his head.
He is removing the helmet
pleasant surprise!
He is my handsome fiance.
I did not ask anything
he himself said,
‘I have got a job
and my employers
have favored me with a motorbike.
Sorry, I have no money,
I could not purchase a gift for you,
I have come with a bouquet of roses only.
But I promise I shall give a lovely gift to you
on your next birthday.’
I wanted but I could not say,
by my next birthday,
I shall be into your arms
and I shall need only a warming kiss.