Epitome

The long arms of the clock,

Whispering tic-tok tic-tok

Race with me as they smirk

Each day as I get busy with work

The bawling baby in the cot

The half done curry in the pot

Call for a slice of my attention

The maid’s leave, add to me tension

Read a book, visit parlour, pay milkman’s bill

Do laundry; buy grocery and the migraine pill

My to-do list is quite crammed up and long

But I remember it, effortlessly like a song

Money matters and business talk

Hardly terrify me, it is a cake walk

From planning a menu, to a holiday in Rome

My skills are vast, not just limited to home

I can discuss recipes, movies and parenting tips too

I know remedies for depression apart from cold and flu

I nurture some ambitions and a life’s mission

Trust me, my magic works beyond the kitchen.