Modern Husband Poem by Shery Vincent

He was a modern husband,
And she was a modest wife.
His dream was a consummate girl,
To lighten his life more prosper.

His Mum find out his honey,
From the heart of the village,
Where streams kiss the meadows,
And hills greet the rising sun.

Covering in silk and yellow ornaments,
She remebered him an Indian Goddess,
Breaking his deep silence in life,
She entered with laughing anklets,

He was not confused to bring her,
To his city where day and night alike,
He was sure he can change her,
With the magic of a beauty parlour.

What a perfect woman was she,
Yes, his second wife which he made,
Short cut silky hair, full costumed beauty
Thin body fit in stretch jeans and top.

She was very smart and social,
Her affection and devotion for her job,
And the way she handling customers,
Kept him away, far away from her.

Now he is dreaming his consummate woman,
Covered in silk and yellow ornaments,
Jasmine garland in her long hair,
Laughing anklets to break his deep silence.