A WORKING WOMAN
-Sunita Rajiv
Pasted smiles, on painted faces
Expressions controlled, without any traces
Of all the tsunamis stored in her heart
That’s a working woman, active and smart.
The babies in cradle tucked away with nannies,
The sons in the crèches, daughters with grannies,
Files and folders adorn their brains,
The work clouds and thunders, assignments just rain.
Still with her phone, she holds on to strings
Of lunches and the dinners and missed out springs.
The husbands and bosses have to be kept pleased,
The angst just builds up, not to be released.
The heart is sliced in two, to leave the home behind
The bills and ego Titans, turn her just blind.
The dilemma of being, a woman in this world
Brings her to forked roads, the choices are unfurled.
Because she crossed the threshold, she bears all the pains
The losses can be counted, unlimited are the gains.
So once again she dons, a brave ‘n’shaky smile,
Once again she walks, those tiresome miles.
Endurance and grit are her nourishment
What if llife itself, seems a punishment!
The wrinkles shy away, and the will prevails
The indomitable spirit shines and hails.
Pasted smiles, on those painted faces
Expressions controlled, without any traces
Of all the tsunamis stored in the heart
that’s a working woman, active and smart.
