As soon as the calendar showed the date one,
My heart started to thump with thoughts of someone.
Every month she messaged me upon her arrival,
It brought to the senses, joys of revival.
Though I got angry whenever she got late,
But eventual submission to her had become my fate.
With hushed steps, she quietly moved into my life,
Was dear to me, only next to my wife.
Our affair was well known even to my parents,
They too showered love upon her, proving no deterrent.
She was lean and thin when I was young,
Grew fat and healthy as time sprung.
Her Lean figure was sore to the eyes,
And her healthy body brought happiness in disguise.
Her blissful steps drove away all traces of negative radiance,
Every item in the house took her permission before thy entrance.
She ever stood by me in moments of distress,
With her help only, I could please my mistress.
Her six-letter name served as a tonic to my hard work,
My wife is the queen, she is ‘My Lady Luck'.
She served as a measure of my life's prosperity,
Truly justifying her pompous presence and austerity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seeing monthly salary as your girl of life was interesting for me... you are funny and full of humor.. thank you very much.. dear poet.. tony