Life of an Indian Woman

Life of an Indian Woman

Waking up at the tick of four,

As her morning alarm dings and dongs.

She cleans, sweeps and mops the floor,

And washes dishes, as the time swings.

She soon rush towards the kitchen door,

Knowing she has to make tea.

Yet she has to do much more,

Such as prepare some home-made ghee.

Then the doorbell rings,

‘Mumma..Mumma’ he shouts and rushes in.

She serves him food;

He talks about all his school’s mood.

She takes care of him, like a gardener do with a seed.

Again the doorbell rings,

‘Hello sweetheart’ he smiles and rushes in.

She listens to all the office stuff,

She is tired and wants to rest,

 But in front of him she just gruff.

She finally reaches bed, her body pains,

But comes over and winks.

She thinks to refuse,  

But before she could, he starts to wring.

Her life’s not as easy as you think,

She also has a lot to face.

And yet she does so much within every blink,

At a speedy, quick pace.

Why is an Indian woman

Meant to live in such a way?

Without getting a single break;

Not even for a day? 

-Life of an Indian Woman-

-Kinal Amin
(Edited by Shail Raval)