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.