Relics of wedlock

I served you for the past twenty years,

Without payments and compliments;

But I found aroma in your stomach

And nurtured our innocent buds.

I burnt in your blames but

Never refuted with reasons.

I begun the days by touching your feet

And I worked hard to polish my golden heart.

But you forgot to please your companion,

And you brought groceries and sarees for me.

But you failed to kiss my womb,

When I bled in pain.

And you failed to garnish my wrinkles,

When I rumpled with loneliness.

And I served you as a shadow,

Without payments and compliments

Thus I transformed as a portrait in your glossy wall

And now, you fail to find a companion too.