My house is the kingdom of my wife <br />where she is the only ruler <br /> <br />she is very tough to others <br />that so she is named <br />Hitler of the Apartment <br />that so I am survived <br />otherwise I am a vagabond <br />like a cloud, floating <br />over the sky from one corner <br />to another. <br /> <br />Her two kids are best Sepoy <br />for her on whom she can rely <br />during my exile for 16 yrs. <br />on service away from home <br /> <br />But she is very kind too <br />i remember my mom <br />observing her all action <br />how she was kind for others <br /> <br />Even the people of apartment <br />feel safe in her presence <br /> <br />when i became out of employment <br />she took it easy and said <br />God has given you a sound health <br />the world is wide to do more <br />my twenty seven months passed <br />but now she feels<br /><br />ramesh rai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-opera-of-my-house/
