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| Written by Trilok Singh Bhuraita |
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All through the day and night I found her toiling Along with the wake up call I heard her sweetly humming a song invoking God’s blessings Then I saw her cleaning up the courtyard Gently arranging the rooms in order And well decorating the Altar. Then she moved like a flying disc to the kitchen door Opened the treasures of the kingdom one by one Pots and pans….milk and rice….vegetables and pulses Gas cylinder on, fridge open, taps on…. Spoons and knives at hand Sprinkled masalas, boiled water, cooker whistled away. Husband and children heard the wake up call And sat up to sip the bed coffee No one bothered to ask, “ Darling, Ma, have you sipped a sip?” For they knew that she is she who has ability and utility. One b one got ready – brushing, bathing ,dressing All the items were provided in a serial order To the Sweet Heart, Chubby cheeks, Dimple chin and Rosy lips And all got ready and sat up at the table for breakfast Zoom came mother of the universe With hot parathas, coffee and a sweet dish. Soon out of the gate waving hands of “Good bye” they set out She too set out to her office She sighed and said, Let me be born again as a man No sooner she set her table and chair “Sweet darling, Happy Women’s day…..i couldn’t wish you at home As you and me would have been late for the office, I love you.” Returning to the former self she found herself unable To believe that she is indispensible. |
| Last Updated on Thursday, 07 May 2009 18:53 |
