The Unspoken Foundation
The Eternal Wife (மனைவி) — English
We don’t count the times we held the crashing line,
Or measure out the narrow boundary of ‘yours’ and ‘mine’.
You are the quiet rhythm in the morning fog,
The steady hand that guides through life’s heavy bog.
When the applause fades out and lights grow completely dim,
And the cup of modern troubles fills to the absolute brim,
Your gentle, unmasked presence is the only real space
Where I can find my true, unburdened face.
Tags: Wife Poem, Devoted Partner, Marriage Stability, Deep Affection
