gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Life Of Sacrifice


The life of wife and husband
is a life of sacrifice for the
Sake of holy children.

A wife is a wife
Part and parcel of her husband
A wife is not to depart
From her husband
A husband is not to
Divorce his wife
For the sake of holy children
The life of husband and wife
Is that of sacrifice.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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marriage is heavenly.

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  • Lorraine Colon (5/15/2013 1:38:00 PM)

    A very nice thought. Sometimes it is hard staying with someone you don't love, but it is truly noble to do it for the children. Life involves many sacrifices, but few are willing to acknowledge this. Good poem. (Report) Reply

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