An unpredictable lady, my wife
She always frowns at me
Both in anger and happiness,
In anger she grows peevish and untamed,
I have to struggle even for food and water,
She herself quits everything except anger,
Her reddish eyes and swollen cheeks
Reminds me of an angry tigress,
Anyway every time I have to surrender to make things better.
On contrary when she is in her spirits,
I am treated like a VIP by her,
She is at my beck and call,
No sooner did I ask for anything
Than it is done,
She smiles and ready to serve me
With food, breakfast and even her seducing look,
She washes my clothes, polishes my shoes,
Though I don't like it yet
I am helpless for she frowns at me,
Sometimes I think I am the luckiest person on earth
But when I remember her irritable temper,
I change my mind and call her
A lady of unpredictable nature.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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