A valued gift from my dear spouse

When my job, so demanding,

evidently toilsome to manage

both look vital, d' job of a chef,

and a husband after marriage

D' full lining of a chef's jacket,

not made with gold leaves

customer's comfort, a concern,

so also cheer in personal life

Busy on all special occasions,

new year's eve, Valentines day

for long hours, day in and day out

 most of the period alone to stay

To marry a damsel, satisfying,

but might turn to be a big risk

carry home d' flavour of spices, 

d' smell of smoke, onion and fish

Nothing is glamourous about it,

being an active restaurant chef

never desire to cook at home,

d' art of making cuisine, not safe

Waiters pick up d' order of eatables,

d' amuse-bouch, chef's choice alone

hones d' taste buds of client's mouth,

offered free of charge for reputation

Routine back-breaking tough hours,

that would make the cowards cry

start snoring in a standing posture,

back home by midnight, we truly try

No leisure time to relax, chit-chat,

calls in service time just unwanted

mastered to answer in short order,

quick and brief, in words counted

Love if she cooks for me, and SMS,

rush home fast, as fast as I could

can skip d' dinner in the staff mess,

a craze to relish d' homemade food

 For a passionless guy, it's a hard job,

only for craft lovers those who dream,

who love it, live it, smell it, swallow it

vow to glorify taste of client cousins

My grocery shopping too expensive,

applies for every basic ingredient

can't limit as per d' home economy,

much beyond her monthly budget

On occasions, I do cook at home,

she just falls in love all over again

as did, when the first time we met,

being a bonafide food lover, then

  

Planned to open our own restaurant,

work non-stop, life to prosper that way

no fund for own set-up, job in a hotel,

when off work, love to sleep all-day

Unable to give enough time to her,

life might slip into d' troubled waters

food fascination if dissipates slowly,

at some point may file legal papers

 In undertone whispered in my ears,

 she hinted about the bundle of joy

   she's expecting, a vibrating bulletin,

is it a meek girl or a naughty boy?

Babies are blessings ought to agree,

but tough to handle such a situation

not to tackle a recipe in d' restaurant,

 to put garlic in d' spinach's forgotten

Now we are no more just two of us,

emotion, fear, anxiety all creeping in

paternity leave allowed in chef's job,

I'm not sure, but a demand genuine

A delicate time makes more ambitious,

to prove integrity, safeguard own carrier

to strike balance between d' best chef,

perfect husband and an efficient father

Despite demands at d’ workplace,

to be more active around d' house

fresh member to join d' family soon,

the new soul,

a valued gift from my dear spouse