Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
My Wife Beloved - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
My wife belov’d, you are my wealth;
You are in life, my soul’s sole health!
Companion for life, my wife,
By sacred union for life.
My life could be empty always,
If not for you, sad would be days;
The Stars cannot really shine,
And all Nature cannot be fine.
My wife, you are a gem so rare;
In life, you are the face most fair;
The most precious a pearl from deep,
Much more precious than things I keep.
My caresses, you remember;
My weaknesses, you do ignore;
You love me much- Do I deserve?
And faithfully in life, you serve.
Sharing my joys, becoming coy;
Sharing my grief, withered a leaf;
And patient in my angry moods,
And cautioning me against falsehoods.
And without you, I am lust-blind;
Though I have eyes, yet light can’t find;
You tend to me when I am sick;
Majestic when quarrels I pick.
You tend well to my personal needs;
Make our children read, dress, have feeds;
If not for you, I am in trouble;
My problems then in life double.
You think of everyone’s future;
Teaching our kids, love to nurture;
Your love for me settles like dew;
Life will be boring without you.
You’re the woman ’hind my success;
Bidding me wear a newer dress;
Goading me to increase earnings;
In life, you give better meanings.
You are always my ‘better-half’!
You love me like a new-born Calf!
The words you speak, soothen my heart;
Entwined to you, I can’t depart.
You are my savior from all vice;
In life, my most useful device;
Giving me timely good advice;
Making me less foolish, more wise.
You give me love when I need most;
Without which I could be well lost;
Together Love, We will one day,
Our Maker greet and ‘Thanks’, both say.
I love to see you laugh and cry;
In those moments when you are shy;
Life can be wretched without you,
Your love for me is truly true.
By Dr John Celes
Dedicated to my beloved wife Mercy,
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