Nightmare Of A Working Woman Poem by Jasbir Chatterjee

Nightmare Of A Working Woman

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I stood at the crowded railway station,
Waiting anxiously for the train to arrive;
Minutes ticked by…
I was already very late…
The seminar must have begun;
I thought…
I suddenly had an odd sensation around my left ear.
I touched it with my finger…
My heart missed a beat;
My gold earring was missing…
I was shocked and benumbed.
The train arrived in the meantime
And the crowd jostled me in.

I must have looked sick
Because someone offered me a seat…
Minutes ticked by…
I was already very late…
The seminar must have begun;
I thought…
I suddenly had a wet feeling on my rear.
I got up slightly and looked back…
My heart missed a beat;
There was a dark red stain on the seat of my trousers…
I was shocked, embarrassed, and benumbed.
The train stopped in the meantime
And the crowd jostled me out.

I finally reached my office building
Harassed, with a scarf round my waist;
Minutes ticked by…
The seminar must have begun;
I thought…
I suddenly noticed everyone staring at me wide-eyed
I protectively wrapped my arms around myself…
My heart missed a beat;
My clothes were gone and I stood nude!
I was shocked, embarrassed, and benumbed.
I screamed in fright,
And I toppled down from my bed on the cold, hard floor with a thud…

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James William 20 December 2012

wow, no words to describe this poem to show you how wonderful it is. I enjoyed reading this poem, I could read it over and over again. Good job keep up the good work..

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Ramesh Rai 14 June 2012

Really, it is a matter to realise about the difficulties of working woman in India. they have to cook, they have to attend office, they have to take care of kids. Indian women have many fold struggle. despite of every struggle they win to manage the home. they are not so to quit the home in minor issues.. nice depiction. I must like to vote. regards

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Dr Antony Theodore 30 March 2016

My clothes were gone and I stood nude! I was shocked, embarrassed, and benumbed. I screamed in fright, And I toppled down from my bed on the cold, hard floor with a thud… your imagination of a night mare that comes out of busy schedule and hard work in the given circumstances.. very well thought out and written. thank you dear poetess. tony

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Akhtar Jawad 20 June 2014

A woman in general and a working woman in particular faces many natural and man made problems, she has fears and these fears often cause such dreams. A nice and bold description.

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Rajnish Manga 16 November 2014

This dreadful but powerful narrative brings to fore a couple of harrowing experiences of many an urban woman irrespective of her age. Very poignant and bold. I liked this poem because of its analogy with recent mishaps that have taken place all around us.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 14 December 2022

Moreover, she stands suffocated with a terrible mishap that happens mid-way from home to conference hall. A poignant poem so brilliantly penned.

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Bharati Nayak 14 December 2022

A very realistic portrayal of difficulties that the working women face while balancing work and home.A great poem.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 14 December 2022

A working woman is loaded with duties and responsibilities. It's in fact tough on her part to balance between her family responsibilities and official assignments. I can understand what the poetess intends to express here. A pragmatic write.

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Tom Allport 28 June 2017

a poem that describes how worrying about certain things can somehow find a way into our dreams or as in this case a nightmare? ................well written.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 15 April 2016

I touched it with my finger… My heart missed a beat; My gold earring was missing… I was shocked and benumbed. And the crowd jostled me in. I got up slightly and looked back… My heart missed a beat; There was a dark red stain on the seat of my trousers… I was shocked, embarrassed, and benumbed. And the crowd jostled me out. I suddenly noticed everyone staring at me wide-eyed I protectively wrapped my arms around myself… My heart missed a beat; My clothes were gone and I stood nude! I was shocked, embarrassed, and benumbed. I screamed in fright, And I toppled down from my bed on the cold, hard floor with a thud… I wish the nightmare were never come true! ! What a painful outcome! Ours is no more a civilized society. Love and protective looks towards women have become words of literature only. Thanks for the nice portrait.

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