A wife
is life;
smelling Coffees,
tasty Idlis,
sweets and
Jasmines
Bed of roses
pillows and cushions
evening melody
nights pleasure
hugging harmony
hanging symphony
loving unasked
kissing forever
tasty and pasty too..
when she dies
she takes her pies
kitchen is dessertsless
house is unkept
garden is unwatered
garbages stink
who Irons?
no more nights
nights are empty
filled with sleepless cigars
dawn alarms
come on, no more luxuries..
I like a lot the theme, how everything changes, so we should take advantage of the spring before winter comes, keep up the goog works, wael.
Excellent; there is no life without a wife. Well said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are two not three tragedies in a life Life with a wife, life without a wife.........good write........