I was born in 1990,
Only 8 days shy of 1991.
Still, I am Generation Y.
She was born in 2000,
Nearly 6 weeks into it.
She's Generation Z.
Still, she responded to me,
Actually her mother did.
The matrimonial ad.
My parents had flashed it,
In a timely manner, they hoped,
That I can be married.
So, I went to their home,
I liked her for her youth.
And of course her eyes.
She was truthful and frank too.
She told me what she wanted,
She wanted a mature man.
When I told her that I was an artist,
She loved my poetry,
And commended my creations.
Soon that 'misunderstanding' happened,
And the Miss felt she was standing under,
To equate herself with me, she berated me.
Oh, I do want to marry her still,
Because in her I see a lot of potential,
But she'll have to change her behaviour.
And as she can't change,
Things she will have to realise.
I don't think that she can apologise.
There's a generation gap between us,
And the next generation can't say sorry,
Or just accept their mistake with humility.
My HP Poem #1987
©Atul Kaushal
