When Malathi became Parvathi for Manohar,

He too turned Parvathi Manohar for her.

That's when love laid bare,

Through and fair.

Did their love reach its destined end?

Yes, as Mani— a vow of happiness they chose to defend.

To live, to part, yet still remain,

In every joy, in every pain.

Not bound by flesh, nor claimed by fame,

Yet lit like stars in passion’s flame.

Their hearts had depths no eyes could see,

A truth that quietly shaped me.

Some ask me, “Why does love linger in your every theme?”

“Are your verses echoes of a fragile dream?”

I say, “Because I’ve seen a love so wide,

It held the world and turned the tide.”

I grew up watching a bond so true,

Where silence spoke and glances flew.

I write not just for art’s delight,

But for a love that gave me sight!

Malathymani