Her Husband

Her Husband short poem

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Mysterious is he, the person
Even with his body temperature soaring
and his whole body shivering
and his head revolving
he hasn’t stopped showering
the soothing romantic wording
to his dream girl-cum-wife , par enchanting
all the while heaping
the choicest praising
and proving himself the most Loving
and ever caring
a husband and establishing
himself a true Lover everlasting

That is my husband ,
the ever charming
never sulking
hardly demanding
and always smiling

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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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nice work!

Geetha Paniker


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Ramapriya ji sometime back i read your poem on “wife” and now on “husband” loved both poems, which are written from the bottom of the heart and felt both the poems are complimentary to each other……….yes the bondage love share and care between a husband and a wife……is eternal……..nice pome……….congrats


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