They give us pleasure, they give us life
Demand a lot of attention live
But many a time they give us pains
Never behave the way we like
A lot we love them, value them high
Importance on them we always place
But fail to judge the way they sail
The stocks, we hold, are like our wives!
Haha.. i was wondering what it could be.. n when u revealed what it is..ha ha.. yes a very sweet presentation...
a good build-up of anticipation - and then, presto! - a surprise comparison.... well-done; excellent humor - though I hope, for your sake, your spouse thinks so too...
woman gives man pleasure and life He treat her as stocks, hold them tight As you are a banker, a broker of heart what will your wife do when she knew you love them all too Oh my.... what a life! Someone has sold his own life ............lolzzzzz kiddo! ! ! nice humour! ! !
A wonderful poem imbued with wit and humor. One of a kind thought cleverly crafted.
Nice realistical poem, thank you for sharing.........10+++++++
U r amagingly matched my egotic nuances along the lines definitely with a difference in naming them differently...
dear keshavji, i read this for the second times...to me stocks are the careless youth of the world. am i correct?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haha, LOL, I can see the connection...for better or for worse! ....but don't let your wife read this!