Sunday 30 July 2017

A Woman She Is !



Born as a boon to dream parents
She grows carefree till given away
For social customs and family pride.

When she errs or does a wrong
Family demands answers long
But she smiles from dawn to dawn
For days on end, months and years
Spreading musk and soft cheers.

She moves faster than the clock
Winding her chores with zing and care
Slips and falls but gathers strength
To defeat the shafts of time's quiver.

But when she retires with midnight sweat
Like a soldier resting with battle wounds
No hand comes out to put the balm
On her sore mind, body and soul
Yet as a friend , lover and mate
She joins her husband till the end.

Her presence in the family
Makes the home a fragrant zone
As if she is the angel of hope and joy
Yet none cares for her being a toy.

What shall we call her,By what name?
A pillar of strength , or a lifeless sod!!
No lexicon has a suitable  word
To describe or by a name enframe. 



sabita sahu

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