Where Peace Lies!
Life is hotch-potch,
In this cosmos,
If you don't think,
Your wife -
As boss.
Before marriage
She is your's,
After marriage
You are her's,
Taking over all things,
Mar's she-
All bars.
When she begets
A kid,
Wane love
That you need,
Matters not
Good-bye you bid,
As she has got
A kid.
As she rules you,
She rules the globe,
Though she fails to do,
She never loose hope.
She is like reeds,
As hope she breeds,
Bends down
With the stream,
Breaks not
In the storm.
Joy, grief there lies,
Compromise makes ties,
No compromise!
Love dies.
If there is compromise,
Love there does rise.
poem by Uttam Biswas
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