Another mile stone in my family life

Another mile stone in family life

By

P.R.Ramachander

This day (13-7-1970)    , forty six years  back  , we got married to each other. Everyday I wonder   what  great Punya was  done by me to have her  as my life . My kids  who were 22 and 20  in 1993  presented us  three  pictures, indicating that   we were  a great couple ,(attached) .Today after   another 21  years  we are  again celebrating our anniversary surrounded  by  our son, daughter in law , daughter, son in law  , two grand sons   and two grand daughters. This has happened  first time  after    we were  blessed  with a grand son eleven years  ago as our son  lives in USA and our daughter in Bangalore We are  in a world of ecstacy and  a poor poet  like me felt   that the best  present I could give her    was a  poem dedicated to her..Hope you will all agree.

Poem dedicated to my life time companion

 I am sure  all  but  the  young ones would agree  with me  that  , the need for a  wife   is  greatest  when one becomes old ,  as a companion, loving friend  Without her   by his side , he becomes  miserable. Here is an ode  written by  me an old man    to  mywife:-

 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 darling  , 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 do  not mind it as ,   for   you are   to me now,

Friend , nurse , guide  , manager  and a  psychotherapist,

All which jobs you   do with a smile and  no frown in face  .

For  you want  to be my everything  till both of us part.

                                                                                        Raja