Poem : To my Wife

I am a microwave and she’s an OTG
But we stick together like chai & ParleG

She takes time and thinks things through
I’m impulsive and don’t listen to the crew

Her energy makes us all warm and cozy
Works through the day, at night she’s still rosy

She’s what they call a classic romantic
I’m the definition of a hopeless fanatic

In her unique style she raised two monsters
With her patience and care they’ll become superstars

Her dear family and friends she left for me
Settling down for a cup of noddles and tea

She’s unstoppable when she’s committed
Be it a broken arm or leg she has never relented

A mother of three, yes! that includes me
She strolls through flames like it’s all glee

Up at six she blasts through each test
Not once does she rest, till the end of her quest

Call it luck or fate, she was drawn to me
I maybe radioactive but she still din’t flee

She can cook a perfect steak and I Maggi
I know this much though, she loves fresh Jalebi

I am a microwave and she’s an OTG
But we stick together like chai & ParleG