Wife is a property

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