The wife I will never have is giving me sleepless dusks
I am always with her at different imaginary parks
And the magnificence of her introverted smiles
Prepares my home in the world of fantasies
I recoil imagining her as the mother of my son
But then I don‟t know where to pay her dowry
Every morning her beauty rises like beams of the sun
As she covers my imaginary bed with odor of her glory
I imagine her as the addressee of proverbs 31
So trustworthy, considerate and reverential
Her demeanors as comparable as ladies of 1931
Always on her knees in recognition to elders
Since the twinkling of imaginings about her
Her impression has been everything that I ever wanted
The wife I will neither have nor embrace
The soupcon of an angel in the world of aspirations