Women, their feet firmly on earth,
And homemakers of immense weight and worth,
Givers of bundles of joy, not just birth,
Raising home from house, barnyard to warm hearth,
No mean management— magic nigh,
A rare career cast in a sunny sky;
No less than scaling Himalayan peak,
And a job above man's— all seven days a week;
Take manning space shuttles, no undue airs,
Take looking after nation's knotty cares;
Oft storming open male's reserved bastions,
Guiding ships to safety of home stations;
Shattering the ceilings long made of glass,
She proves her mettle with a cut of class.
They give their best walking whilst a tight rope,
Forging family wrongs to right— with hope,
Or making home the envy of heaven,
Behaving still as if not much is done;
And women of rare ilk when home front choose,
Business nor ever career, no excuse,
Bring home still tonnes of dignity well worth,
A career no mean—of home and hearth;
Take those that make room for motherhood
Over glare and glory as they would;
And many more that take a blissful break
From their career's tempting track;
A complex, creative run one's home is,
Challenging and rewarding to many,
Raising Gen Next with epicurean ease,
Can a corporate coach e'er match any?
But why, I wonder she alone homemaker be,
Whilst breadwinner only but man we see?
I foresee, not too far, a better mix
In melting pot, whose time I think ticks.
And whilst both can be goodly breadwinners,
In homemaking she sends men to cleaners.
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Happenings | 03.03.06 |
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