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MY WIFE AND I

It is human folly not to accept the present,

lament about the past

and worry about the future.

 

In fact, past is only a dream

future is just a VISION

but only the present is the reality

 

In summer, we yearn for the rain

in the incessant rain, we look for the sun shine

and in the biting cold too, we glorify the sun

 

My wife thinks we should have settled in a city

and should have constructed a more modern house

She even thinks she should not have married me

 

I try to be as cool as a cucumber

and think my house is my great chamber

Being a simple teacher, I accept the reality

But my wife doesn’t understand me. It is a real pity

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Written by
jvl-narasimha-rao
Indian
Published
Apr 26, 2011
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