A bead in her eyes reflects
my restless years.
Her strained smile in lips
recalls her hopeful days.
Has my words still survive
my long diminshed soul? -
I may never know.
Will anyone tell her that all my love
has decayed to pain and scars
I have nothing left in me
Am impotent to deliver poems.
The bead rolls down
as my yet another day.
Putholi Arumugham T
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-in-my-wife-s-life/
