Pious relationship

Husband and a wife, a pious relationship,

his habit to get up early to bath in the flowing river, coming back home,

stopping on the way for darshan of siva, offering him the plucked flowers,

sitting along with temple people, listening as they chatted worldly affairs,

what do you feel, the question to him was on and off bringing forth a smile,

while watching the temple parrots gossip,

he loved to eat his best halfs meal, plain sookha roti and homemade achar,

to lie down for a nap on his cot,

with wife applying oil to his feet for his pains and lying down alongside her best friend,

tis went the time, with unchanging love and routine,

like every story, this one too has a fullstop,

she got up after the noon nap , to find him still asleep, never to get up,

she sighed,

all this time he was in front of me, nowonwards he will be in my heart,

so thought the wife wiping her silent tears,

lied down alongside her lover, freind, guide, husband, to continue sleeping with him elsewhere.

just a story with a tear or two.