The Opera Of My House

Poem By ramesh rai

My house is the kingdom of my wife
where she is the only ruler

she is very tough to others
that so she is named
Hitler of the Apartment
that so I am survived
otherwise I am a vagabond
like a cloud, floating
over the sky from one corner
to another.

Her two kids are best Sepoy
for her on whom she can rely
during my exile for 16 yrs.
on service away from home

But she is very kind too
i remember my mom
observing her all action
how she was kind for others

Even the people of apartment
feel safe in her presence

when i became out of employment
she took it easy and said
God has given you a sound health
the world is wide to do more
my twenty seven months passed
but now she feels

Comments about The Opera Of My House

so beautiful, it speaks so eloquently on the goodness of a wife, a lovely write.
I like this poem. Thanks ramesh rai. Please read my poem Aaeshanee and comment. Yours Gajanan Mishra gajananmishra@60 Contact 09437366644

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