I Am A Wife Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

I am a wife.
Not born, but forged.
Rich or poor—
does it matter?

The cage gleams the same.
I give, I bend, I hold,
and call it love.
You falter, you wound, you return—
and name it life.

I carry peace within,
so our world may breathe.
I ache unseen,
so dawn feels whole.

Your anger—my burden.
Your struggle—my weight.
Your victory—our pride.

The women beside me,
once brides,
now keepers of
shared, silent vows.

Yet I stand—
for our dreams,
for the life we weave
with tireless heart
and sleepless will.

When pain seeks to break me,
I rise again—
quiet, unbent, worn,
but unyielding.

They cannot chain my spirit.
Endurance is not surrender—
it is strength unspoken.

Still, I dream—
of joy without measure,
of love that sees.

One day, I will rise,
not to carry alone, but to live—
to claim the sky
beyond the cage
I've outgrown.


Susanta Pattnayak