Four Wives

A man had wives four in number Yet sweet and peaceful is his slumber Goodness flowed from the first in number Yet turned he deaf to her sweetest number The fourth woman is his sweetheart From whom he can never part Provides her with best from mart Yet she derides him in her thought The third queen is a beauty to behold He and she alone frequent parties I am told He introduces her as “beautiful and bold” Yet fears she’ll fly growing wings of gold His second wife has sharp ears His sufferings and sorrows she attentively hears With her counsel extinguishes his fears She’s been his staff throughout the years In deathbed, he requested his fourth, ‘Give me company’ Bluntly she refused, “Sorry. You I can’t accompany’ His third wife told, ‘If you die I’ll marry again.” His second wife told, “I can’t! From me you can nothing gain.” When he battled with silent and secret tears “I’ll come with you – have no fears” His first wife’s voice voluntarily fell on his ears He muttered, “Sorry sweetheart! I have wasted all these years” In reality, every man or woman has four spouses Soul, family, wealth and body you are called to espouse Second wife - family or friends until grave will cry one with another Third wife your wealth will immediately marry another Your fourth wife – your body to dust she’ll return Your soul – the first wife faithfully follows wherever you turn Let nourishing your soul be your deepest passion Is it profitable if a man loses his soul? – asks God of compassion.