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Mr Right, Mrs Always Right And Both Doing Alright


He loves me like a princess
On most occasions I would say
But if one fine evening I ask him to hold hands
He blames me for public display

His body is all mine
All but his fine ears
They won't budge on my melodious voice
Seems like frozen from last five years

Curiosity killed the cat
And I was murdered for asking someone's name
His stare pierced through my heart 
When I asked him a question in the middle of his favorite game

He buys me finest of jewels
His love is all stacked up in my safe
But a $10 scarf on sale is enough
For an extempore on - We should save!

It doesn't end with sports, money and food
Even my opinion is absurd
Mrs Roy was not being sarcastic
I shouldn't form my views on what I saw or heard

Please, don't blame him guys
He himself is a prisoner for life
Nearly misunderstood by a treacherous soul
His nasty-nasty wife

Between the two of us
We are doing almost alright
He is my Mr Right
And I am his Mrs Always Right

*Image Source - Here

Comments

  1. Poor considerate lady.Poem is very nice as always:)

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  2. thats the problem sometime when .. there is difference in thoughts process !
    nice poem as always :)

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  3. Very sweet poem! Hope Mr and Mrs Always Right, have lovely times together:)

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  4. Saru, i could relate to each line on shopping and otherwise. And loved the cute cups.

    http://sinhasat302.blogspot.in/

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    1. Thank you and the picture is really cute. I am thinking of gifting it to my husband on our anniversary.

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  5. " But a $10 scarf on sale is enough
    For an extempore on - We should save!"- Ye this one has highest frequency in our alright lives :-P
    Cheers Saru!

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  6. Interesting . Is it every household's story ? I know we sure Dnt belong to same planet. We MEN And Women

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  7. Brilliant Saru ! its a full deal ... for every couple.
    but we all love those lines most ,with which we can relate to eggjaktly ... like in my case his fine ears.... frozen from 5 err.. 9 years :O And of course Mrs. Always right :)

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  8. Hilarious ! You compose with with nonchalant ease !

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  9. heheheheh..I am going to send this to a special someone.huihuihuihuiiiii

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  10. :) now that is romantic he he he Mrs Always right hmmmmmmmmm

    Bikram's

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  11. Too good...sharing it with my Mr. Right. ;-)

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  12. Just brilliant Saru..Loved each and every bit of it..:)

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  13. Lovely....men will be men and of course women will be women

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  14. Lovely and cute :) Brilliant again.

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  15. I laughed out loud, I liked how Mr.Ramakrishnan has put it...It's hard to pick which one will be my fav stanza :) Although I will say I enjoyed the 2nd stanza very much. But beware, this is the perfect recipe that you can find in every successful marriage... There is this Mr.Right and Mrs.Always Right .... :) superbly written and a joy to read.

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    1. Most wives have faced the truth in second para. Thank you so much for reading and I look forward to read your comments.

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  16. Ha ha ha, the last two lines say it all :D :) .. Nice one Saru :)

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  17. He himself is a prisoner for life
    the real words to understand partner . nice poem Saru

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  18. Perfectly narrated.....and thumbs up for the last line ;)

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  19. Wonderful poem !!! I can totally relate to it :-D .... Mrs always right

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  20. You captured the married life aptly, beautiful words...loved it a lot

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  21. So what did, Mr.Right say after reading this, Saru?
    Alright, right? :)

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  22. Oh Lovely poem Saru.... enjoyed it...:)

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  23. Short and sweet. But firmly states the nuances of a married life! Loved reading it!

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  24. Let's try this again, may this time I will succeed in commenting!

    I found this really funny, even if that wasn't the intention. One of those times that give unmarried people like me, immense happiness! :D

    It was beautifully worded, as always, and the rhyme was great too. It was a very light composition so it went like a breeze.

    You should try recording it on Sound Cloud.

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    1. When you will get married, I will ask you then. I will try to record and upload on sound cloud.
      Thanks for reading.

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  25. Can we have a sequel to this telling us exactly what Anita said ;)

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    1. It will be an empty post. He said nothing, apart from I am right, as always :)

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  26. Very beautifully composed poem Saru. There's the spark of mismatch that matches the couples.

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  27. Of course you are the boss
    My heart goes out to Mr. Right
    Unable to express his side of the story
    He gives up without a fight
    Because his missus is Mrs Always Right.


    I tried. Pathetic, isn't it.

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    1. It's wonderful and I bet, Alok will love it.

      Thanks Alka!

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  28. Nice tongue in cheek poem Saru :)

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  29. loved the much intended pun in those line :P

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    1. Hehehee... Your comment will change post marriage :P

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  30. This poem could be very well an anthem for the husband species. :P

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  31. Such truth and wisdom, Saru :) Fantastic.

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  32. Mrs. Always Right, the cup is a must in all houses...
    cute poem which says quite much between the lines..

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  33. Loved it..especially the line " all but his fine ears" lol

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  34. Ha ha.. it reflects many of MINE... :D...and i have experienced this "He buys me finest of jewels.....We should save!" many times.. that too not for scarf but for fruit JUICE...+Saru

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    1. Yeah, on anything which he finds not worthy that particular moment. Life, sorry, married life, sigh!

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  35. An excellent poem and thanks for voting my post on indiblogger

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  36. You create magic with words and the impact lingers for sometime even after I finish reading your post. Loved the poem. :)

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    1. That's very generous of you, Moon. Thank you :)

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  37. 'His' predicament nicely weaved! The rosy prosy start took me by romance, until you left those little narcissistic hints with self declaration. ;-)

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  38. Ha ha ha...very sweet and lovely!!!!

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