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Empty herself, still decides to pour..

 A woman (a married woman, a mother),

empty herself,

still decides to pour, 

and yet,

everytime she pours,

she is expected to do a little bit more...


Everyday she wakes up 

with a new energy, new smile, 

To let the sunshine and fresh air in the house,

she opens all the windows and doors,

with the hope that may betoda,

someone will acknowledge her importance,

appreciate her efforts or may be just adore?

But,

everytime she decides to pour,

she is expected to do,

just a little bit more...


The moment she thinks of filling her own cup,

She remembers that the house till needs tidyin up,

The baby needs to be fed, its been too late since she is up...

Her cup stares at her from the corner,

She smiles and asks it to wait again..


He leave for his office, 

she still need to rush and rush

 so that she can get some time to at least check her emails.

If.. oh if the baby decides to take nap, after an hour long efforts,

rocking, singing, patting...

If the baby sleeps,

she rushes again, confused,

should I take bath first? or prepare lunch? or just log in my system?

forgot that she had nothing since morning.

She decides to take a bath, prepare lunch and she took her cup, 

filled with her hot comfort liquid,

the moment she sat on her chair,

the baby called... mumma...

AGAIN,,

empty herself,

she decided to pour,

and yet, everytime she decides to pour..

she is expected to do just a little bit more...


Juggling between the responsibilities of 3 families

(His side, her side, and her own family)

She forgets to even look in the mirror and reflect.

She took one look in the mirror today,

Now, she is sad to see the messy hair, the dried skin, chapped lips, untidy clothes..

Suddenly the baby comes from behind, hugs her

looks her in the eye as if she is the most beautiful woman in the whole world!

she again forgets everything...

Waiting for the evening, to have dinner with him,

but after a long hectic day,

he seems busy,

she decides to keep mum, and prepare dinner,

again,

empty herself,

she decided to pour,

and yet,

she is expected to do..

just a little bit more...



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