My Heart Beat

 

My Heart Beat

This is the feeling from the core of my heart about 

My WIFE

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Under normal course the male, when ripe, get married to a suitable girl. It all depends on how they make chemistry with each other.

As regard me, I got married at 21, when my wife was 14. Honestly I feel that to be the age to build up an interwoven relationship. Me, being elder, I took lead to be closer to her who entered into my life with certain aspirations than making a trail to understand me. However I could mould her to set her right to the family environment.

My effort did not go waste. She transformed herself into an indispensable personality to the house. With so many laurels to her credit, she served my Grandmother (My Mother's Mother) who brought me up as I lost my mother at my 2nd year of my age, for 4 1\2 years attending every need of her including her calls of nature also. I know this is too small a tribute I can pay her who still serves this lazy person with all the love and affection.

I am the body she is the soul

Who plays main role my life as a whole  

She is my wife for my miseries she is the knife

She rules over me without commanding armies

She can wound and hurt me without swords and arms

But she loves me to the core 

And on me showers it more and more

Her smile is a boon and weep is a typhoon

I can't bear her tiff but titter

She is my everlasting spring weather

Spell bound I stare at her face

That always glows in innocent grace

She is the fret of my Sitar

Guiding me to press the appropriate tar

(Sanskrit, tar= String)

To give sweet sound reminding me the rapport

And only shrill noise without such support

She is the source of water and light

For my garden to my delight

She craved for my progress and prosperity

Always and all along with the almighty

She is not a lady of shapes and curves

And never makes sudden swerves

How can I equate her with a lean Lilly

She is my rose actually

Taking me out of the den

And making me enjoy the fragrance of the garden

Like light to the sun and flight to the bird

Let me be the meaning of her every word

I promise and swear to God above

I adore her always with my pure love

Nothing she asked except children

For which I took twenty years to run

To her I gave grief and agony

In lieu of jewels and money

Still she loves and lives for me

Even in dreams I was never her enemy

Children are her priority

I come under minority

But never has she showed any superiority

She is a lady with all veracity

She loves all and loved by all

They help at her beck and call

In fact, she is, my guarding wall

If she not there I will spall (breaking into pieces)

From her I draw all the yare (liveliness)

Without her my life is a night mare

Here or there, for that matter any where

With her I want a berth to share

CHERUKU RAMA MOHAN RAO