Ambrosia

Your love is the ambrosia, 

I would like to woof down, 

If permitted. 

Guzzling it, 

I would make my life worthy. 

Yes, 

I would come off 

With flying colours 

Witnessing your beautiful saris, 

Sacred thread in your neck 

And sanguine vermilion

On your forehead of my name. 

Yes, 

I would be uxorious, 

Take promise from me. 

I would never play truant to you, 

Take promise from me. 

Believe me, 

I would love to be your 

Bona fide partner, if permitted.