Soliloquy Of A Woman Poem by rajagopal haran

A span of 60 years
How many roles can I play?
Is it one, two, three, four or five?
Lost the counting in transit!
With my birth to the elite
I am daughter to them
Tallying with the cultural mocks
Puberty sets in with monthly headaches
And consistent tortures
See a man handsome so
Become his love after two, three sights
Sooner become wife in a life
Ripe in law to the entire lot
Hubby needs food and taste
Mom in law with sugar on the rise
Papa in law mowed by leukemia
Test my skills in the battle of feats
Daylong work not withstanding
Dusk brings pet and bed
Need to give which others forbid
Countdown starts and motherhood begins
The ordeal only women can make out!
Birth of the heir and
Rebirth of his nurse happen together
Sleepless nights naming and taming
Cajoling weeps and incessant shrieks
Regular rides to doctors factor in
Schooling is over and boy is buoyed
Series of troubles and trembling better half
Force me criticize in the role of advisor
Business prospers on the advices free
Partner seeks friend for heartburns and tensions
Sooth him often with norms and qualms
Son aligns with his choice
I sit aside at last!
Ruminate the past to digest the present
How many roles I have played?
What is left for me to add?