She is my
spouse sitting beside me coolly,
Looking very
ordinary and simple.
Appearing
very calm but self-full of hidden arrogance,
Like
Narcissus superiority and there sh lives with me.
Designed by
parents but people failed simple countenance,
The
ignorance and passion hid behind silence,
How such a
guise came there? Such stuff
Crafted
after a long discussion at the table of joy.
She had a
mind too quickly made cheerful,
Too easily impressed
by any other man.
My love
never got any favour at her breast,
Officious
sharks would get her higher.
Attracted
towards men and women;
Good or bad
un-judged, I know not why;
My love and
care of decades-not cared;
Who'd bend
to fault this kind of trifling?
Even had one
expertise in talk or fooling;
Which I have
not—I choose never to fall.
Oh, God! She
has less fun with me,
But more
whosoever fools her.
Hark to the
family success like the musical rain,
The
aggressive woman attracted to the other's acts
The
half-read liberated rots,
She
attracted to talkative morons.
There we
live—As if the happiest and the best.
Taming her
through rarity like a storm in oceans,
Only a
divine blessing from Lord Krishna,
Can
illuminate our hearts and lives.
The western
winds—shooting from divine abode;
Can thrill
her soul to beauty and love;
Like a saint
taming his ego to zero,
And
meditating his inner self with light divine.
