Family : First Job of every Indian Woman...
The birds chirp, waiting for the grains..
The plants need watering...
The phone kept beeping, and school bus is honking...
No bread left for toast....
The milk just spilled over...
Ah Shit..
The maid has not arrived today,
The breakfast is still not ready,
And she has tiffins to fill.
Can u please iron my shirt first, a voice came...
The laundry heap increases day by day...
Groceries can wait...
Mum, my homework is still not done..
She also has to go early to school.
There's a workshop in the school,
She don't know how to manage.
Her mother in law is here,
To ask medicines for backache.
A call from the bathroom
“I’ve forgotten the towel ”
Her shoulders aches
And she has no one to tell.
Her eyes are heavy and sober..
With last night's long presentation..
She don't remember the last time
She had been to the parlor.
She even forgot to iron her saree..
The bus honks again, But before that she has to pick the toys that are scattered.
She don't remember
When she spoke to her sister.
Can't recollect the moments
when she chatted with her mother.
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She is not a feminist,
She is not an atheist, She is
more than a housekeeper,
a mother and a doctor.
She could be an orator,
a painter, an artist,
a singer, a poetess,
a traveller, a photographer, a calligrapher, a cyclist,
a writer, a musician.
In fact she is doing part of everything for the kids..
The last time she tried something at writing
just to find her ability,
The child scored badly ...
And then we know what followed exactly...
So next time the kid got a gold medal.. Bang..
Everyone praised his father's genes
She tries to remember her trophies and medals
which no one had seen...
She don't know what her daughter
Will do after growing up.
But she is sure that these responsibilities
will never stop to follow her.
Marriages are made in heaven
Love is a fairly tale.
Every working woman
has a different story to tell.
So, whenever you look
At a house that's tidy,
A child who is happy,
Intelligent and healthy,
Remember, it's the woman behind
Who sacrificed her sleep,
her degrees, her passion
her ambitions and needs.
Give her a pat, a word of praise,
a ear to listen, a helping hand
It's always a woman
who makes the house a home.....
To all brave women's around....
🙏🏻
