From dawn to dusk, she works here and there,

Is she fine, does anyone even care?

The whole responsibility of the house is on her shoulders

But people just stare past her like big black boulders.

She is the one without whom life is incomplete

Then why does she work while everybody eats?

She works around the house like a servant.

Why doesn’t anyone stop or help her, everyone is just observant.

Why is life so difficult and dull for her?

Why can’t she rest a day, it won’t create a stir.

Doesn’t anyone know her value in our life?

Or, for us, is she just a housewife?

~Suhanee Ranjan



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