The Housewife ( after ( guardian)

1)       The  Housewife   ( AFTER GUARDIAN)

This  is my house, my   dutiful pride : yet,

Dueling with   duties and responsibilities

 Unbounded like steams of smoke  and kettle        

Not  doused in a   busy kitchen.

My   routine  like the  cawing of crows

Starts by five in the   cheerful  Dawn,

Cheering me too, with the chanting of

Birds in the garden around; breakfast :

Tea or coffee always there, but the hurry

To the work spot  by  sire  and  children

 Commutations in the jostling crowd,

 At times the lunch boxes left behind.

A   view cannot be digested by  mother

And housewife like me. After  cleaning

And    dish washing, ironing with sweat

Running on your forehead .

Mushrooming all the sordid aspects

and realities of life, expecting the

unexpected  and solving the

irreconcilable are order of the day.

By the time  you sit  and swallow

The  little  crumbs of breakfast;

 The knock on the door  by courier

You cannot  chide him for he is on

His mission to earn his liveslihood.

At  the  end of  the  day, after all

You are  a housewife, housewife only.

Each corner of the house, each utensil

Preparing you for the next day.