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A dreamy wife of a cop

I have a net friend , whom I met today itself. He  is preparing for IPS . This poem is dedicated to him. It is a mockery on wives of cops who adore them and idealize them as a brave cop but they are always complaining of their job only. It is a funny contradiction in their nature.


A dreamy wife of a cop




Oh my ideal husband!
Oh my dear ,dear cop!
You remember that letter
Which on my b’day you wrote?

How lovely it was!
Full of lover’s tales
Replete of my praise
And love’s woe’s gales .

In my dreams at that time
You would come as
A brave cop and more brave
Or holding medals in dress.

But my sad heart will cry
So sad at noon and night,
When you will be far away
On duty or some fight.

Love! Oh my dear love,
Oh my brave dear cop!
Why you need to go away from me,
Why you need to do this job?

Now! Don’t turn away your face
Hold me in your arms
Hold my gaze, tell me
Don’t you love my charms?

Oh dear! Be just my lover !
And Adore my art,
You have conquered the world
If you have conquered my heart.



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Mr Happy said…
a real gud one :)
March 4, 2010 at 4:18 AM
@ngel ~ said…
Thank you LG! :)
March 4, 2010 at 7:59 PM
The Stone Angel said…
You have conquered the world If you have conquered my heart
'The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart'. Awesome babes but sadly few man does not know this.
March 5, 2010 at 7:08 AM
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