Being a woman isn't easy

Childhood truly a bliss,        ,

 Embracing adulthood I do miss     

 Days of childhood are the best,

  I was a darling in my parents nest,

 I had the freedom and was not supressed,

  Neither I had the phobia of being assessed,

   As I enter adulthood,

   Iam instructed by many on " what I should ",

   Often my words are misunderstood,

 Adulthood a phase of testing abilities,

 Unable to Shrug off my responsibilities,

Often I suffer from boredom,

 Essaying umpteen roles as a woman,

 Seldom reluctantly abiding by the routine,

Juggling with the chores in between,

Often demanding I feel exhausted,

 In the web of life Iam enmeshed ,   

 My goals and desires are subdued,    

 In solitude,

I sit and brood,

  As a woman I soak in a lot of words and emotions,

 Camouflage my distress and expression ,

Heaving a deep sigh,

Gazing at the sky,

 To overcome my boredom,

 I yearn for a long walk to freedom.