Dear Wife - Love Of Knife Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Dear wife,
With your love of knife
You are coming to swipe.
I am delighted
While going on
Deep sleep,
No reason to weep.

What I keep
You are to verify
When I cry.
I am not dry,
Let me admit
I am your fry,
Yet not shy.

Dear wife,
Set me free.
I want to play
In clay.
I will show you
Real picture of life,
With times hives.

I am ready, as ever
You know, in our sky
To fly anywhere.
I rejoice with my voice,
Till end of this theatre.
Oh, dear wife,
I love with you, wild life.

Tapobana, Titilagarh-767033