PEN NAME

                             I bestowed you a pen name and you accepted it gladly,
                               Without questioning the necessity or justification of it.
                             I know the query crept in to your mind and perplexed you,
                             As that was for the first time you faced such a strange offer,
                                  I too had never given a precious gift as this to anyone,
                              And assured you that I will never grace this kind of anything,
                                     To anyone else in rest of my existence of earth.

                               The day we met and came close due to a common interest,
                                  We shared our griefs, concerns, hurdles and philosophies,
                          I heard a voice of my inner being, that you should be the chosen one,
                                    With whom I can be extremely open, honest, intimate,
                              And trust you  fully in sharing and caring my emotions and truths.

                                     I, you should know, have no intentions to seduce you,
                                Or wished you to fall for me, give over yourself for my pleasure.
                                    They do seduction who desires, reckons on many things,
                                            Material and or sensuous from an opposite sex,
                                             And I had no hole-and-corner scheme for that,
                                             On the other hand I wholeheartedly loved you,
                              Your eminent-personality, sweet-innocence and unawed-candor.

                                             Being mortal, one day you will leave this world,
                                               After playing your part in the drama of life,
                                                   After writing and reciting all your poems, 
                                 For which you are here with all your qualities and capabilities. 

                                             On your death bed, before taking rest forever,
                                         All your organs outer and inner will slowly shut down,
                                      One after another, but the brain will be the last one to stop.

                                       On the screen of of your brain would roll all the memories,
                                        The people you came across, interacted, hated or loved,
                                             Events, facts of happy moments, grieving things,
                                   All the wins and defeats of your life as far as it could recall.

                                        When the face of your crazy but cool lover Pradipta, 
                                      Who loved you so very much altruistically and candidly,
                               Never anticipated or demanded anything except your merriment,
                                        Would be flashed for a blink second on the screen,
                                         I know a smile would sparkle on the edges of your lips,
                                                   And tear drops would gush out of your eyes,
                                  Remembering how only he called you pooja and you liked that,
                                      How he worshiped you, your coquettes throughout his life.

                                   This is a unique, special and you may call a strange concept,
                               The secrecy and mystery of your pen name  pooja, the worship,
                               Given to you by your matchless love-boy and aficionado Pradipta.