She didn't know
how suddenly her lazy bones
found the energy
to get-up early
cook the food for all
for the entire day
wash the vessels
plait her mom's hair
Go to temple
to pray for all
and leave for work too
Is this what they call love?
PS: Love for her parents.....
and a role reversal too.....
What kind of an existence
do i have?, she would grumble
Yet again, she had a tough day at work
So as she walked home, when it was threatening to rain
thinking that she had nothing worth living for
She saw her girl, yet to be 2 years old,
sitting near the gate and crying,
worrying about the mother
who always got home before it got dark
She now had no complaints in life....
This is what she was living for!
PS: the unadulterated love of her child