O! How can I tame my beloved wife?
She is very quarrelsome by nature.
And she makes me shame in life.
Behaving with me like a creature.
One day she fights with a neighbour.
And soon a complaint is brought.
A woman said she battled half an hour.
With me since my marriage she fought.
By her rude behaviour I am worried.
She is cutting my life as a knife.
To tame her I have tried and tried.
But in vain she didn't stop the strife.
One day she looks like a peaceful saint.
As she might have repented, said the mass.
Repentance has made her dim and faint.
Again to make war she can not surpass.
Now-a-days she talks with me normally.
We live with mutual understanding happily.
To see us in peace our children are happy.
We play with our grand son who talks wisely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem