My Beloved Wife I Miss You.
In my first ever prayer of my single life,
I prayed for you to be my wedded wife.
I was gladly granted this wish of my life,
When you willingly became my pretty wife.
Life changed to the better when we got married,
I enjoyed the joy and the love you and I carried.
Our every day was made blissfully fine,
Happiness was at hand cos you were mine.
Our love bloomed when you used to cook,
I began reading you as my favourite book.
You and I promised to look, live and love,
I was your hero and you became my dove.
You looked prettier and nicer every day,
I became a devoted lover you would say.
We realised we were made for each other,
We loved our life and adored each other.
Days went by, years passed, we moved on,
Our family life flourished and we moved on.
Together we nourished four lovely children,
Our love deepened nothing remain hidden.
We dined we shined and we rolled along,
We loved everything all that came along.
You and I shared a fantastic family life,
I could see that you were a perfect wife.
You became my pretty lotus full of fun,
Children were our joy as bright as sun.
Our future was bright we had joy galore,
Our love livened and we reached ashore.
We travelled the world loved places afar,
Cruises, flights and many trips by a car.
The voyages led us love each other more,
We didn’t know we were to face the sore.
You had blessed my life with love and joy,
When I started to look like a happy boy.
Our life changed and you began to fade,
After half a century our life lost a shade.
You collapsed in my arms I felt helpless,
I wanted to talk but you were breathless.
Paramedics took you away gave me hope,
Miracles do happen we go up find a slope.
The last three days were a torture for me,
I waited for a revival and a miracle to see.
You’re gone when your life support turned off,
Dreams were shattered when lights went off.
I have cried everyday since you went away,
I did not know how I could make you stay.
I miss your fond memories and all your glee,
I wish I could get you back to live with me.
You want me to be happy living a lonely life,
I know that it is very difficult without a wife.
Everyday that goes by your memories haunt,
I am all distraught and cannot go on a jaunt.
I miss all your laughs and all your tender care,
I miss your cooking your love and all the flare.
I can’t believe that you are gone from my life,
You are an angel in my heart and still my wife.
Painful Tales
The poet gone beserk!
Who Will Hear All My Painful Tales?
It is spring time and it is still cooler,
It’s for her to decide to return sooner or later,
It is not her loyalty but it is my compassion,
Shall I keep remembering or forget them all.
My pain giver must tell me the truth,
Shall I keep weeping or start smiling,
Love never dies we both know well,
Let’s keep chatting, waiting and listening,
We are the sailors in the stormy sea.
Shall I survive the pain or perish?
Can I cross the stormy sea and survive?
Many old wise words come to haunt,
Many summers and winters have come,
Many springs and autumns have gone,
But the departed soul has remained in
heaven,
Because that is the rule the Almighty has
given.
But who’ll hear all my painful tales?
Alas! No one would listen to my painful tales.
MEMORIES OF HALF A CENTURY
Where have you gone my love?
I am still searching your cove
There are many memories here
Some I can’t others I can hear
Some in home others in my heart
Nothing could ever tear us apart
Many people think you’re gone
I just feel you’ve just moved on
You did not like being positive
I live daily just staying positive
Mere thought of your presence
Is enough to give an impression.
That you are still so close to me
It seems crazy but it has to be
We both were attached for years
How can we detach with tears?
You were My Pretty Lotus
I’ll never forget that status.
I was wild and you tamed me
You loved and cared for me
Our every day was made jovial
Your love was very ceremonial
You were such a fun to be with
Your personality was no myth.
Truth, beauty and goodness galore
Gave me joy kept our love in store
Days are dull your absence is painful,
I long to talk but life is distasteful,
I owe you for all that you taught me
I can now cook, wash and serve me.
Thank you for your tender loving care,
When I join you we will learn to share.
Life isn’t the same my heart is broken,
Your departure hurts I am all shaken.
Lakhan’s treasure is Saroj’s fond memory,
It has reigned here for over half a century.
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You had shown me how to live
How to smile and what to say,
You had shown me how to give
I’m just doing these each and every day.