The Caddies.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

We are not ashamed ourselves,
Having lived our miserable life as this,
Carrying the heavy bag of caddy,
On one shoulder blade to track,
Following and running in front,
Preparing something all the while,
The eyes are as sharp as the eagle,
To read the green in the forest tryst,
The weathers are variable,
The life of a dedicated wife is a fable,
The balls of duties thrown haphazard,
Collecting and saving as the ants,
What club for what choice,
Programmed in our mind as the chart,
We show up as the pretty dolls,
We shut up as the sky after thunder and rain fall,
We keep up with everything that is new and old,
We are the traditional caddies, adoring the tiara,
Holding the degrees and folding the knowledge,
Juggling with responsibilities, trailing the footage,
Jokes are many to shoot us with honeyed nails,
You are ahead, clutching the spear head,
We have the hope and undying prayers,
We will clear all the mess, strewn with black knuckles,
Let us be the caddies, what our daddies have wanted.