Life of My Life

Day and Night, I hear the bangs of Doors,

Then I cherish the days when I was busy in my household chores,

Woof – Woof, my broom was held..

I made sure that my children’s words were correctly spelled.

        For them I was the moon in night and sun in the day,

        Just like a bird prepares a nest for the egg she lays.

        A swift of wind could erode the nest,

        I often think why the life of me and that bird was abreast?

In my young hood, my captivating looks enticed the boys

Uff... They turned from mute to boisterous making ‘irritating’ noise.

I never made them stand by their false notion

And never paid heed to the ‘dedicated to you’ vocation.

        My replies to them were typically brusque,

        But no one could stop their rush.

        Soon, I got married and reoriented myself,

        Sometimes, I found myself in squelch.

After nine, I had a family of two to four,

For their protection, I had to shut their door.

My two souls which I designed,

In any privilege, they were never declined,

        When they were of two to ten, I was their superstar.

        But now, why there is such a distinction bar

        Between me and my two souls.

        They don’t have time to see me ploughing my hands through the grains in bowls.

When the clock shows nine, I await for them the most

And simultaneously cook the food they like,

But they refuse to eat and set on to hike.

The soul mates of my souls are the secondary dearest to me

        But why don’t they care that I have housemaid’s knee.

        Day and Night, I hear the bangs of Doors,

        Then I cherish the days when I was busy in my household chores

This sucks all time, the one I made, had destroyed me....

So an extenT that cannot return to abode

BY PARTH RAGHAV

[BIBLIOGRAPHY: smartparentingadvice.com]