He Will Come Home Tonight

She woke up gleefully at dawn, With barely a half night's sleep done, As her husband skyped her last night, To tell her he would come home tonight. He had left home on a tour of duty Six months ago, to a place called Djibouti. Djibouti has a long tradition of poetry. On themes like Praise, Romance and Elegy. Her husband is also an admirer of poetry, A lover whose fidelity is above coquetry, A warrior-poet, he fell for her beauty, As she was, the prettiest girl in the city. Quickly she chalked out a 'What To Do' plan, As time was short, a few errands she ran. She cleaned her home and made it look festive, With welcome festoons that were quite suggestive. She cooked biriyani which he loves to eat, With chicken roast and kebabs of meat. Russian salad would go well as a delicacy, Some yogurt is good after taking food spicy. She chose the ornaments that she would wear, The nose pin he gifted would really glare. To select her dress, she had no clue, Red was his favorite, though hers was blue. Busy like a bee and humming like one, She readied herself, got everything done. She checked herself as she stood before the mirror, Her hairdo, her facial, make-up and her manicure. While she bathed she closely looked at herself, Checked one by one the toiletries in the shelf. Wanted that he should see her in her best. Quivered palpably, as she thought of the rest. A woman always loves to give her best To her man she loves in right earnest. It's for a man to know her secret wishes Wonders may follow after touches and kisses.