He comes, gets thrown, so tired on the bed,
She comes, feeds us, bears the fire so red.
She washes his clothes,
He complains the stains.
She asks for help,
He escapes with pretends.
She ties his knot,
It’s okay for him even not to try..
She finds his stuff,
Again the following day, he’s with the same cry:
oh!! Where are my socks??
Wifey, did you see my purse?
Darling please get me my books..
Oh!.. Even my phone is not in my room…
He sits and verdicts,
She rushes to find them..
He yells at the delay
But cannot give a hand
He’s late, she’s quiet..
She’s late, he shouts, she’s again quiet.
He brings his friends,
He enjoys and drinks.
She serves them ice cubes,
And leaves with the plates..!
I know,
My dad loves my mom,
And My mom loves him more..
But had there been their similar life..
Oh Hadn’t he been a husband
And hadn’t she been his wife-
He has his something more than his life,
Who does the garden, Who plays the knife,
Who does his everything and still,
Be his wife..
Oh! Seeing my dad living that life,
I too want someone to be my wife.
Cheers to living as a free human being.
