Wife is a property*b

It is her heart that I loved first’
Then the flesh and the child she bore.
She is my property, I must take care.
I buy things for her and in her name
I own those things to raise her
So that I am raised. I love her
For her chastity and my authority.
In her growth, grace and majesty,
I find my own identity.
A perennial cook and an un paid nurse
As she is, can I shun her or send her?
I must keep her till I last.
I don’t mind losing her young.
I should not die when she is young
Lest she should tempt men.
It is my prestige to own her
And see I am not cuckolded.
[an Indian wife ]
03.01.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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