Maybe it’s not meant to be
Monogamy
Or even love
Maybe we’re not supposed to be
The perfect pictures we dream of

Imperial as penguins
Spending half the world away  
And then returning after learning
How to make each other stay

For such a special little pebble
Like a diamond in the rough
But I have lionized my heart
And now this rock is not enough

And so I offer you my Mughal sun’s
Dynastic vagabond
As it sets upon Gangetic plains
Absconding far beyond

My eyes’ unfaithful iron curtain
I am certain
Will divorce us
Intercoursing through the person
Who renews the vows’ resources