A Tribute to My Wife
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This is the feeling from the core of my heart about my WIFE
(Try To Read If You Find Time and don't be carried away by my jokes)
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 heart 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 guitar
Guiding me to press the string of life
To give sweet sound reminding me the raport
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 she shows any superiority
She is a lady with all veracity
She loves all and loved by all
They help at her beck and call
She is, 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
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