By Shailraj Shukla
You are my Apricity, you are my Siesta.
You are my Gala, you mark my Fiesta.
You are the nap of a soporific lecture,
And the healing plaster of a bone fracture.
Always by my side in my vicissitudes,
Consoling in depressions and rejoicing in my altitudes.
When the day is arduous, you are my Ataraxia.
When the times are nervous, you are my Ambrosia.
Sometimes you dote on, sometimes pugnacious.
Sometimes a taciturn, sometimes loquacious.
Your being in my life is a pure serendipity,
In times of squabble, you propitiate and bear my stupidity.
You are my Panacea, you protect me from everything precarious.
Certainly, you are my life and I am a proud Uxorious.