to you from me...

Dear...
I know all the hardships you face everyday day after day;
And believe me, I salute you...
And if you allow me
I'll kiss your feet dear...your feet...
For I know...how much you go through...
Every day...
Day after day...
You wake up at five...
And the first thing you do
Is to make coffee for your sleeping husband and infirm dad-in-law
Then you wake your son up...
Put clothes into the machine...
And if the maid is not turning up...
You start cleaning dishes, scrubbing them with that dish-cleaning greenish liquid...
Then you go to the garden...
Give your fond saplings water and food...
They also wait for you...
And that goldfish in the jar at your living?
Doesn't he also wait? for you?
And then you call your maid...
Requesting her not to stay away the next day...for next day you have urgent works to attend...
Your aunt is in hospital and given your husband's tight schedule...you'll have to visit her...taking that jar of health drink...
And you have to look at your son's school diary...what the class teacher has written over there in red ink? Gosh!
Your kid is not doing his crafts well!
Then your father-in-law asks you to put the geyser on...
And your husband can't find his favourite blue shirt at his closet...
You just run...
From one end of the house to another...
Still you go to your work...
On the way...a male passenger brushes against you awkwardly and you just feel so bad that you feel like slapping that f...k out!
But you don't! you just give him a cold stare...
And luckily he moves away...groping...
You reach office...
And arrange files...
And stands by your colleague who weeps inconsolably as she has lost her heart somewhere...someone played a spooky game with her...you feel bad...and you try to cheer her up...
Then you come home...
On the way you see the sky...getting dark slowly...and the moon on the wane...hidden behind that big tree...
You look out and smile...
You live...
Everyday...
Every moment...
Just like that...
A foot soldier...
Running round...following the clock that ticks away...
Dear...
I know everything...
Your tireless work
And your tired soul...

Comments

  1. to my wife, Soma, who had been doing stuff like that all day...everyday...

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