A Happy birthday poem ,
I am sure all but the young ones would agree with me that , A man really needs wife as a companion only when he really becomes old. Without her by his side , he becomes miserable.Here is an ode to my old wife:-
Wife mine , you came to my home ,
As a pretty , lovely lady companion to me,
Those were the days when I thought ,
That you were brought there to act as my slave,
To fulfill all the wishes that I had in my mind.
Slowly times changed , you became a lovely mother ,
And I found that your attention to me was halved,
And I too was very busy those days in the rat race ,
To earn more and more important positions and more and more wealth,
You were sweet Mummy to my kids , capable nurse to my parents,
Great manager of all my affairs including wealth ,
A wonderful cook , whom I could not miss even for a day,
And teacher and trainer to my kids when they grew up,
But I was just another scientist and nothing else .
Parents mine and that of yours bid farewell when their time came,
And the kids in our home developed wings and flew away,
Leaving both of us in the lonely hellish nest that we are in today,
And my office decided that this oldie is of no use and should retire.
The happy busy lovely home which was filled with laughter and smiles.
Was turned in to a grave of simple silence.
Whenever the little babies of children came to visit us,
Our faces were filled with smile and joy ,
But they too returned back to their homes,
Leaving the eerie , tasteless and suffering silence of loneliness.
My golden Chellam , you are my only companion now ,
And I feel like singing . “Jaya reme , Manorame , mama dehi Karavalambam*”.
And even without that singing , you knew that without you,
I was not even a big zero but a tiny , tiny nothing,
But you did not mind for you are to me now,
Friend , nurse , guide , manager and a psychotherapist,
And you do not mind all these jobs ,
For you want to be my everything till both of us part.
A Very happy birthday darling and let more such birthdays come,
For without you as a companion , I do not want to live.
*”Oh Jaya Lakshmi , Oh stealer of minds , give me the support of your hands.”