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