I Love You Darling

I Love You Darling





By Hiranya Borah






Copyright 2017 Hiranya Borah


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This book contains only two poems with diametrically opposite themes. The first one is based on true love for a daughter and the second one based on our indifferent attitude towards a burning problem lurking over our society.

Thanks to my readers and friends and above all my family for their constant support to write something usual and unusual. I love them all.

Thanks to Shakespir for publishing this story book along with my other books.



Lion of a Jungle


He prowls silently;

In the dead of the night;

Sometimes all alone;

Sometimes, in the midst of a group of hungry wives.

He can see all his preys;

None can see him,

Before he positions himself;

To choke the victim to death.

He defends his cubs,

Like his own heart;

He can lay his own life;

For the sake of his progenies.

He always wants to keep more and more wives;

Does not want to share any of them with anyone else.

He does not mind,

If his wives go hungry for a night or two,

Even though they are the real hunters;

But feed his cubs before he eats.

He never minds to go hungry;

For days and nights together;

After feeding his offspring;

Up to their neck.

He seldom takes part in hunting;

Only he appears in the scene;

When he feels

It is absolutely necessary;

To kill a Hyena or to kill an Elephant;

Or to kill a Giraffe or to kill a Buffalo.

He is known as the King of the jungle;

For his fearless approach,

To all he surveys;

No matter how big or how small they are in size.


But I am not interested about the King of the Jungle any more;

I am interested to know about a lion,

Who behaves like a jungle king;

In the midst of millions people.

This lion is different;

This lion is more ferocious than the lion in the jungle;

Who prowls at day and night

Not to kill a Hyena nor to kill an Elephant;

Nor to kill a Giraffe nor to kill a Buffalo.

This lion can kill anyone;

No matter how big his victim is.

He kills his victims,

Even when he is not hungry;

He can have sex with a lady;

Who is not his wife.

He treats any lady as his wife;

If he desires so.

He can have wives at his will;

Out of wedlock;

Though law does not permit for the same.

Law cannot catch him;

No, he is not a lion of Sabana;

Nor he is a lion of Gir;

He is a lion of a concrete jungle;

Where we live in.


He is a different lion;

But still he defends his cubs(sic),

Like his own heart;

He can also lay his own life;

For the sake of his progenies.

He always wants to keep more and more wives in his harem;

Does not want to share any of them with anyone else.

He does not mind,

If his wives go hungry without food,

Or hungry for earthly desires,

Even though they are ready to serve him

At anytime- anywhere even with an empty stomach.

But this lion also,

Feed his cubs (or children) before he eats.

He never minds to go hungry without food or sex;

For days and nights together;

After giving everything to his offspring.


Distractors call him a fox or a jackal,

Not a lion.

I think,

They are jealous about his prowess.

Everyone wants to be lion;

But only few can be a lion of a concrete jungle;

After killing the Alfa lion;

Who rules the concrete jungle for some time.

You may like him;

You may dislike him;

But you cannot ignore him.


You do not know;

When he prowls into your life,

Silently but with a clear intension;

Of killing you;

Physically or mentally;

Or both ways.

He prowls silently,

To take away your wife,

Or to take away your teen aged daughter.

We behave like the proverbial rabbit;

Who closed his eyes,

To save himself from the menacing lion.

We pray,

We also believe,

The lion will never prowl silently,

Inside our home,

To take away our wives and daughters;

To douse his sexual desire.


Last night he picked up my neighbour’s daughter;

She cried for help;

Her father was killed;

Mother was thrown to the wolves.

I heard the commotion;

I did not go out to help the hapless girl;

Or to help the dying man;

Or to drive away the wolves who pounced on the mother of the teen aged girl.

I thanked the God,

The ever hungry lion did not prowl into my home.


My teenaged daughter asked me,

What would you have done

Had the lion prowl into our home,

To pick me up and throw my Mom to the wolves????????

My Darling


She was my only darling;

Sometimes, I called her Sweetheart;

Sometimes, little Honey;

And so on.

Time has wings to fly;

I do not have.

I can walk through my memory lanes;

At speed of a snail.

For me,

She is still a little girl;

Who used to clutch my arms,

When she was awaken by a barking dog down the street.

Still I get the smell of her urine,

On my best dress as if the fragrance of the best perfume.

Still I can see the spots on the coat,

With yellow colour of the curry;

She used to throw on my coat;

As a protest not to eat the tasteless curry.

But time has wings,

I do not have.

I could not see time flying;

I could not gauge the speed of flying time.

Today evening my darling told me;

I got a life partner and Mom knows it.

My wife smiled with an approving nod.

I do not know,

Whether I should be happy

Or to be unhappy.

I smiled without knowing,

Whether I am crying,

Or smiling.

Like any other days,

She hugged me,

Smacked a kiss on my cheek.

She smiled and told,

I know, you would be happy.

I patted on her back and said,

I am always happy to see you happy,

My little darling,

My little sweet heart.

My happiness starts with you and ends with you,

My little darling,

My little sweet heart.

Time flies with wings,

I could not cope up my speed;

With flying times.

Then I went to see my face,

On the hanging mirror on the wall.

For the first time I saw,

Few wrinkles on my face,

And few grey hair on my head.

I told to myself,

No matter how old you are,

Your daughter will be,

Your little darling,

Your little sweet heart for ever.

The author is a Government servant and a man of vivid experiences derived from his official postings across the country, travels across India and numerous visits outside India. He is presently placed at New Delhi.

His earlier publications are:

1. Random Thoughts through a Coloured Prism

2. Dilemma of a Young Mind

3. Funny Statistics and Serious Statisticians

4. Melody of Fragrance

5. Akhadya

6. Few Cities through the Lens of Hiranya Borah

7. Guilt: Gift of Winter Spring

8. Beautiful Ghost
9. Great Fighters: Grace of God

10. All Blurred

11. Putting kids to sleep

12. How to become unpopular

13. Soulmates

14. My grumpy Face

15. Love and Worries

16. Discussion of own Birth: A Taboo

17. Interview

18. Indecent Love Affairs

19. My Fair Lady

20. Waiting time

21. Two Stories

22. My Mother: Dashami Borah

23. Parineeta

24. Manorama

25. Unwanted

26. First Attempt

27. A father

28. The Portrait

29. Snapped Thread

30. Only He Knows

31. The Stupid Mother

32. The Same Old Story

33. The Old Scoundrel

34. Third Attempt

35. Some of my First Days and First Nights

36. Snubbed Twice

37. Have You Met the God

38. Frequent Flier

39. Messiah

40. Forgive and Forget

41. To Win or to lose

42. Call Girl

43. Beyond Blood Relation

44. Lady with a Black Car

45. My wife

46. Complete Woman

47. Diwali Gift

48. Romance with a Lady

49. Open Heart Surgery

50. My First Love

51. Replacement

52. Pebbles on My Way Home

53. My First Bengali Book

54. Murder Mystery

55. Niharika

56. Swapping

57. Make a Habit to Thank God

58. Killing of a Bird

59. The Hero

60. Fantasy versus Reality

61. The Party

62. Road Rage

63. Death of a Friend

64. Cannot Live with Memory Only

65. None Cares for Me

66. A Tribute to My Guru

67. Two Professionals

68. The Choice

69. The Elusive Spouse

70. First Encounter with A P

71. Plane Crash

72. Plane Crash Part-II

73. Plane Crash Part-III

74. Abducted

75. A Bag of Currency

76. Suitable Groom

77. Head Hunters

78. My Dear Sister

79. Selection While Waiting at the Airport

80. Oh Shit

81. Perverse

82. He Got Back His Wife

83. Beautiful Faces

84. Elder Sister

85. Good Morning

86. Prey

87. Pass on your Death to Someone Else

88. Colour of Holi

89. Why blame others

90. A Forbidden Issue

91. Hat-trick of Failures

92. Agony of Writers

93. Contrasts

94. Three Directors

95. An Unusual Love Affair

96. Birth Day

97. Do not Tell Anyone

98. Anupama

99. Late By Ten Years

100. Murder in a Foreign City

101. Strangelife



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I Love You Darling

  • ISBN: 9781370188956
  • Author: Hiranya Borah
  • Published: 2017-05-18 06:50:10
  • Words: 1643
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