Here's another of my original poems published on poetry.com, paying tributes to the self-effacing Indian wife. If you double-click on the title above, it will take you to the renamed site - Lulu.POETRY.com - where it can still be found.
We had never met before but when I
proposed, you consented to be mine.
We had to spend a lifetime together and you
knew me not but, you consented to take the
plunge. You were among strangers when I got
you home, yet you consented to hang on.
I could not arrange a honey moon for us,
but you consented to remain home to share
your personal space with us, the family.
My folks wanted me for themselves, they
exluded you, yet you gladly consented to be
part of us. You have no demands, no needs,
and have consented to be mine forever and
ever in this and many more lives - oh!
thank you my love, i'm so grateful.
In return I pray to God to choose you and
you alone always and everytime in our after
life. I can only hope that you will consent
when he asks of you.