My
Heart Beat
This is the feeling from the core of my heart about
My WIFE
(Try To Read If
You Find Time)
https://ramamohanraocheruku.blogspot.com/2020/12/my-wife.html
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 regards 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