6:30 PM
Nevin
She wakes up with the sun,
And ties her hair like a bun.
Makes tea for everyone,
And coffee for her son.
Water her green plants,
while making the daily plans.
Does the dishes, maybe,
Regardless of her wishes.
Wraps a long piece of cloth around her,
In a way that only she knows how.
Clings on to the back seat of a scooter,
That would take years to master.
At office, its work,work and work.
Back home, its work again.
"It's midnight, let me sleep", she says.
And.............
She wakes up with the sun,
And ties her hair like a bun...
Yet they call her the 'average' Indian woman.
And ties her hair like a bun.
Makes tea for everyone,
And coffee for her son.
Water her green plants,
while making the daily plans.
Does the dishes, maybe,
Regardless of her wishes.
Wraps a long piece of cloth around her,
In a way that only she knows how.
Clings on to the back seat of a scooter,
That would take years to master.
At office, its work,work and work.
Back home, its work again.
"It's midnight, let me sleep", she says.
And.............
She wakes up with the sun,
And ties her hair like a bun...
Yet they call her the 'average' Indian woman.
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10 comments:
Simplest tribute Women could ever get. Beautiful, best part is that you keep it easy for readers understanding.
Hats off to the Average Indian Women.
Thanks for reading and giving that feedback Viyoma. Means a lot :)
where do you get such insights? This could very well be the story of any woman I know... loved it!
Very beautifully written poem....
@Nirvana : Like you just said, this could well be the story of any woman you and I know. I just wrote it down.
@Sri Valli: Thanks for reading. I'm not very good with poems you see :D
kollam saimaaaaaa
you are getting better by the minute i should say!! :) loved it!!!
Thank you so much Balu and Aswathy. Means a lot :)
Above average poem.
..a complex thought presented in simple sweet form!! loved it !!
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