Another mile stone in family life
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.