Let the entire wealth-
And riches of the world
Be kicked away as misery.
I use to manage for her
And she cooks for us
Sharing, the last bit of it
Fully content, with gratitude.
Little whatsoever we get
Long after having passed through
Through the several summer-heats
And winters' blows so cruel.
That never could harm-
Half-naked wall of our love!
Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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