Silent Devotion Poem by HARVENDRA SINGH

Neither wakeful nor fully asleep that night,
I slumbered, weary, in my bed's soft light.
She came in silence, with tender care,
And gently fixed the net around the air.

The clinking of her bangles and anklets sweet,
Were like soft music to my drowsy retreat.
First at the head, then by my feet,
With gentle hands, she made my bed complete.

Meanwhile, our daughter whispered low,
'It seems to me that father sleeps below.'
She hushed her gently, urging peace,
'Let him rest; don't disturb his ease.'

For I was worn from the toil of day,
She had her burdens, her thoughts to say.
But she neither stirred nor spoke a word,
Her own heart's ache, she let go unheard.

She subdued her needs, her heart so kind,
Concealing her will, for the sake of mine.
This quiet service, so rare, so true,
A testament of love in all she'd do.