A Day Has Gone By Poem by Bharati Nayak

A Day Has Gone By

Rating: 4.6

A day has gone by
Deducting one day
From my life
I ponder
What I achieve
And what I give.

Day comes with morning newspaper
News of tension and terror
News of aversion and horror
Fill the morning editions
I flip through them
And think
How have I enriched from them.

Then comes our maid
In her torn saree and ragged blouse
With tension writ large on her face
For fear of facing wrathfor coming late.

Tingling sound of utensils
Fill the kitchen air
She toils her way
Through the grime and dirt
That we have accumulated.

She leaves the house
Showing her gratitude
For thechapati and cup of tea
Or the paltry sum
We dole out at month's end.

I cook meal,
stuff tiffin boxes
And see children off to school.

Hurrying from place to place
I see that every thing is in place
In between I munch some pieces of biscuits.
Or have sip from my tea cup.

When every thing done
I look at my watch and wonder
Ah! I will be late again
And will face the angry boss
At the office entrance.

No, I can't go
Without checking
Lock and keys
Doors and windows
And children's meals.

Wow- it is too late
There is no time to eat
And I rush to office
With my vanity bag
Hanging from shoulder
But full with
False ego and emptiness.

Monday, September 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
For every working woman, balancing home and office is a difficult task.In our country where there are no child care centres to keep children when mothers go to work, it is really exremely difficult situation for working mothers.
Akhtar Jawad 24 September 2018

A day has gone by Deducting one day From my life I ponder What I achieve And what I give. Beautiful lines.

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Bharati Nayak 24 September 2018

My humble thanks for your appreciation.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 24 September 2018

At present really women with service and homework are facing many troubles though they have maids to accompany them. From the beginning of the day the negative news from news papers disturb the peaceful mind. As there are no child care centers to keep children, it makes the mothers hard some. Relating to this theme this poem has been composed astutely ans incisively. A beautiful poem.10

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Varsha M 31 January 2021

Yes Bharathi its not easy to be a working lady. Its the passion that drags you yo work place and compassion thst pulls you to serve st home. But in this passion compassion journey we loose our own self. Worthy write.

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Bri Edwards 16 January 2021

I enjoyed reading about your day's activities. I DON'T envy you. But this must have been years ago. Now you get more rest? ? bri : )

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Chan Mongol 02 April 2019

A great poem. Deeply decorated surrounding conditions. I love such poems. Thanks for sharing.

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Bharati Nayak 02 April 2019

Thank you Chan Mongol for stopping by to read my poem and your kind appreciation.

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Savita Tyagi 03 October 2018

A very sensitive poem of some stark realities of life. Hardest to deal with is a torn sense of allegiance for a woman working out side home. This is the best that I have read in poetry form of the struggle that working women face everyday. Thanks for sharing.

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Bharati Nayak 03 October 2018

Thank you so much Poetic Lotus, Madam, Poetess Savita Tyagi for your lovely comment on my poem.

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Bharati Nayak 02 October 2018

Thank you Anil Kumar Panda for kindly reading my poem and your valuable opinion.

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