Oh My Wife

Oh My Wife long poem

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Oh my dear wife,

the light in my life

I argue with you without provocation
but you calm me down with adulation

I agree to disagree with you for no reason
but your smile makes me agree to you in all season

I find you ever bubbling but never sulking
I respect your fearless speaking
I know you are always a giver , never a taker
I feel you are lover of all good things
I vouch you are a silver lining in my life

you be what you are
because nobody can be as you are

You are the apple of my life and
your thoughts are bible to my heart

Your spirited morning wake up calls
are like a kick tonic to this sleeping ass

Your daily enthusiastic wishes
take my spirits to the skies

When you go abruptly missing
my spirits goes into hiding
Clouds of darkness start hovering
Tears trickle and starts flooding

I feel I am a brave soldier when you are around and
I shiver like a wounded soldier when you are not around

My brain works as sharp as a knife when you are by my side
and it gets rough like a rusted knife when you are not by my side

I see glitter on my face when I stand along with you in front of the mirror
while I look like a ghost when I stand alone without you nowhere around

I feel romantic when you walk holding my hand
while I feel rustic when I walk dragging my shadow along

I feel elated seeing your eternal beauty
while others may feel dejected at not having your beauty

I see peacock dancing on its toes hearing your melodious voice
while I get into Limbo hearing your romantic sweet voice

I pray you be my pulse as long as I breathe
I pray you be my voice as long as I speak
I pray you be my vision as far as I see
I pray you be mine so long as we are re born

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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A very dramatic and loving ode to his wife! Good one!

Savi Mani

A wonderful poem, reflecting your love for your wife, very few husbands would write such a wonderful poem in praise of their wife. This poem is indeed an ode to your wife, she is fortunate to have you and rather both of you are fortunate to have each other. The poem depicts your loving feeling towards your beautiful wife and it also represents the wonderful journey of life you two have traveled together.
May God bless you both forever and may you have this relation for many more births to come!!!!! May you have this “Janam janam ka rishta” with each other forever………

ammu sachariah

Your love for your wife is reflected through out your poem. Both of you are lucky to have each other.

ramakrishnan chatakondu

After reading this…… Marriage is no more a ritual to me……a love-affair .


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