A Widow Mom

Once I jump down to the pool

For making my body cool

After sunbath, I do the same

To purify my physique and psyche

Though I am hated in the society

Which is manmade with much jealousy

I always overlook the negativity of life

But I can never give up positive flight

Though I am a widowed mom of two,

One son and one daughter's gloo.

Money is brighter than sunshine and

Sweeter than honey and honeymoon

My liking and effort to earn money

Makes me ever juvenile but not gloomy

I adapt myself to the ultra-modern world

Which worship money as a family bond

Though I am Ph.D. in anthropology

I cherish the hope to adopt a new ideology

I differ mind from body and hate bloody

I have the burden of my two teens now

I play a double role as a dad and mommy

To see a smile in the face of my offspring

Which inspires me to earn more and more

By hook or crook without harming others

I want to keep up my morals high always

Without deviation if Devil dissuades me

Though I got the esteem by virtue of dancing

In the bar, hotel, movies, in public places

God has never stripped off my ornament of

Chastity in the long run which sublimes me

Yet to be proud of an Indian woman in

A society with a display of double role at home

And in society, one for money one for family

That is the proper criteria to challenge as a

The Indian women of higher responsibilities

Without bearing in mind the sociophobia.

Almighty has given me enough courage to

Face the adversities of life like heroin and

To nourish my dependant offsprings who

Bear the genes of my late husband whose

Oil paint I have been hanging on the wall as

Yet without underestimation for him ever

The everyday routine I follow to worship him as

My beloved god and to me as a mom-maker

While tears roll down from my eyes in the memoir

Of him, I wiped off with my hanky sewed in his

Name Harish, a renowned architect a decades

Ago who went to heaven prematurely by the

Call of the Universe- Creator making me a self

Sufficient housewife of a royal dynastic pride

Now I use to return from the Bar when owls

Begin to hoot on the trees of our garden and

The timepiece shows me 1 a.m. while my

Children sleep on the ivory cot cozy bed in AC

Burning incense stick invigorate me forever

More when I salute his oil paint in my bedroom

Every night I sleep likewise by chanting Harish

I sleep at night with tranquility being a Satee.