The Housewife - Poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
Lonely are her days for years,
yet with tenderness, love and joy of tears,
She works for her family who are so dear,
Sometimes taken for granted, is her fear,
but she waits for the time for her dear,
to come back home and get near.
She feeds them with delicious food,
as often are admired for being so tastefull.
She plays several roles, call it wonderfull,
for she is a wife,
who is a better part of her spouse's life.
for she is a mother,
cuddles her children when in fear,
For she is a teacher,
eager are the ears to listen to that preacher.
Being a housewife is a job indeed,
noble is her work, without any greed.
for her in-laws she is always a pride,
for being such a wonderful housewife.
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