I wrote this poem a week before my wife Minu and I got married.
Hooked, or Booked?
I think it happened by hook or crook;
When I looked for the right one, in every cranny and nook.
Read self-help guides and many a book;
And for how much ever time it took;
I continued to look.
Chased away evils, and the occasional spook…
And one fine day, my whole world shook.
Because, to end my solitary path,
I had crossed the last brook.
-Amar Vyas, 2010
