A Working Mom

Rushing through the daily chores,

Knowing that there are more.

Winding up some,

About the others keeping mum,

Yes I am a working mom.

Children are late,

Demanding more time is my lovely mate.

Fractioning myself to suit each needs Sometimes I forget my own feeds.

Yes I am a working mom.

"She is having fun outside the house,

Look at her deep cut blouse "

Mocks the Great Indian Society,

Bless them, I pray to the Almighty.

Yes I am a working mom.

Perennial smile is the only makeup I wear,

Inflated egos I handle with care.

Searching for substance,

And finding no acceptance.

Yes I am a working mom.

Go. Breathe. Live. Says my inner,

Listening to it makes me feel like a sinner

Trying to break the boundaries of self,

Oh dear friends please help !

Like you ,Yes I am too a working mom.