“For My Queen Mary and Me" (Love Beyond the Family Walls)
Introduction : This heartfelt poem explores the delicate balance between love, family, and personal space in a traditional Pakistani context. It captures an intimate conversation between a young couple, Mary and the narrator, as they navigate the dream of creating a peaceful home together—one that honors family ties yet cherishes their own quiet sanctuary. Filled with vivid imagery and tender emotions, the poem reveals the universal desire for harmony, understanding, and a love that grows beyond family walls.
“For My Queen Mary and Me"
(Love Beyond the Family Walls)
Last night, Mary and I talked slow,,
She asked something I didn’t know.
“My wish,” she said, “is crystal clear—
To live with family, always near.”
She looked at me and softly said,
“Would you live in a joint house instead?
Or would you rather live apart—
Just with your wife, a brand-new start?”
I smiled and said, “What do you feel?”
She said, “Your turn now—be real.”
So I replied, “You’re not wrong at all,
But here’s where my own dreams fall.”
I said, “I’d love a separate place,
For me and my queen—our quiet space.
We could visit my parents anytime,
But peace in our home would truly shine.”
My mother and wife won’t need to fight,
Over little things, like morning light.
In most Pakistani homes I see,
Little things turn into storms too quick.
I don’t say this ’cause I know the end,
I say it with nothing to defend.
It’s not future sight, or something deep—
It’s just the way my thoughts like to leap.
I’m full of mischief, jokes, and fun,
I mean no harm, just speaking truth.
But I’ve seen enough to know what’s best—
And peace of mind beats all the rest.
She stayed quiet for a moment or two,
Then softly said, “I agree with you.”
And when she said that, I could feel
My dream beginning to turn real.
Now let me tell you what I see,
If she says yes and walks with me—
A house that stands near woods and lake,
Where calm lives strong and love won’t break.
Just outside the busy town,
Where birds sing loud and trees turn brown.
Where squirrels play and deer come near,
And rabbits hop without a fear.
I sit beside her on the ground,
Just watching nature move around.
No stress like most typical pairs—
No fights, no shouting, no empty stares.
She smiles at me like only she can,
And I just feel like a lucky man.
Every morning, like a sweet routine,
Coffee and red velvet cake for my queen.
Every night, a peaceful drive,
With soft music and love alive.
We’ll laugh, we’ll talk, we’ll ride slow—
Just me and her, with hearts that glow.
She’ll be my angel, calm and bright,
And I’ll be there to make things right.
No doubts, no games, no fake disguise—
Just truth and love in each other’s eyes.
There’s no one like her—I just know,
The rarest rose I’ve seen grow.
And if she agrees to live this way,
My dream begins that very day.
—Shahzad Sulaiman
Summary :
Last night, when I was talking to my love, she suddenly said her wish was to live in a joint family even after marriage because she doesn’t like living separately from family. Then she asked me, “Shahzad, do you want to live in a joint family after marriage, or do you want to live separately just with your wife?” If you’re wondering why she would ask a question like this, many Pakistanis live in joint families after marriage. I said, “What do you think?” She replied, “I’m asking so you can answer.” Then I said, “You’re right about living with a joint family, but the thing about me is, I want to get a separate house for my queen and live separately from my family.” She asked, “Why?” I said, “We can visit my parents anytime, and this way my wife and my mother won’t fight over small things like most Pakistani families do.” Maybe she was still wondering how, but I was thinking, How can they fight if they don’t live in a joint family? Why do I think like that? Not because I can see the future, but maybe because that’s who I am—full of mischief and humor.
After a moment of silence, she said, “Yes, you’re right to think like that.” I can’t tell you how happy I was to hear this from her. But let me tell you how I want this to happen: Imagine near the woods, just a few kilometers away from the city, in a quiet place there is a house near a lake where people can see and feel nature. Me and the love of my life live in that house. There are squirrels, deer, and rabbits living happily in the woods who come near the house daily. I watch them playing near the lake with my love in that quiet, peaceful place. My love is smiling at me like always. There are no worries and no fighting between us like the usual Pakistani couples—just love and respect for each other. My mary becomes my sweet angel and I become her fearless protector.
In our home, no tears of sorrow will be allowed. Every morning, we will have a cup of coffee and a slice of red velvet cake, and every night, I will take my mary for a long drive. We will deeply care for each other, and I will trust her with my life. I will always stay by her side no matter what the situation is. I know there is no one like my mary she is the rarest rose in the world. She means the world to me, and if she agrees, only then will all this happen. It would be a dream come true for me.
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