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sasikala kamandula Poems
Life Without Wife
“Wife is a knife that cuts your life! ” “Unless you, hen-pecked, cut her throat; Yes, wife is a knife that cuts fruit for good health If you are a man of heart and breath! ! ”
He, Like a banyan goes deep Into the hell hole of the earth, Stands strong determined devoted
Late to train Late to bus Late to class And late to party;
The Water Drop
The miraculous water drop Falling from the sky, The romantic rain dropp Dancing proudly on
She dreams of you At just for a five minutes' sight, She entrusts her life At a few minutes' meet
“Madam Mary, answer me, now, ” The boy yelled “Why c-u-t sounds /c^t/ but not /cut/ When p-u-t is /put/? It’s b‘cause of the way they sound in the mouth, ” The Madam smiled at the curious kid.
Curse To Curl-on!
Welcome, Madam, welcome Sir, Curl-on greets you with fabulous offer! For your most graceful bosom to shower In the boundless glee and sound sleep roar!
Rail roko bus roko Raasta roko assembly roko The aunts and uncles Grandpas and grandmas
A friend in need is a friend indeed, A hand to wipe your tears A tap to encourage and soothe A shoulder you rest your head
To the Theatre with Lover
"Hey, Janny, here you are, " Shouted he in excitement. "Look what now I had for you, "‘ She stretched her hand with a lovely smile.
Her Secret of Energy
Slim and trim and smooth and fair Here comes the young lady in simple wear With happy smiles in shiny face Chirpy eyes framed in spects
Thus The Clothes Spake
The clothes spake bitterly biting the teeth When I sit to wash my clothe of the day, “You the men of all classes Move in the world of smoke and filth;
The Nose Stud
The Lady of the House Demanded the bride a ring on her nose; For it's a customary of that family, The bride obeyed them humbly and happily.
O My My
O my my Tell me why Mothers sing When babies cry?
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Life Without Wife
“Wife is a knife that cuts your life! ”
“Unless you, hen-pecked, cut her throat;
Yes, wife is a knife that cuts fruit for good health
If you are a man of heart and breath! ! ”
“The life with the wife
Is a walk on a double edge sharp knife; ”
“Then enjoy a smooth shave fixing it in a ‘Gillette’!
Just know how to operate that knife
Leave her free, so abundantly;
But let not the end of its string
Out of your hand flee.
Love and honor, she bows to your feet
With abundant patience and selfless treat
Life without wife is a body without heart