Not An Unusual Day

The alarm rang at five

Drowsily, she rubbed the eyes.

Trying hard to leave the bed

Limping like a zombie, dead.

She woke up to the blanket of darkness

Unwilling to move that day, I guess.

The world around was still asleep 

For her, the morning was a bit bleak

She knew, she had no time to be meek.

Furbishing herself, she tightened up her belt

Tied up to the chores, she usually dealt.

Finishing her work, drained, she felt.

With aching body, that haggard lady

Glossed herself and got ready.

She reached her work place, engaged in her work

'How are you so perfect madam? ', complimented a clerk.

Screaming, Screeching, Struggling, inside

She genuinely passed a twinkling smile.

Confidently, she presented her slides

Excellent ! The boss replied.

Tired soul, back to her place

Greeted everyone with a smiling face.

The day was hard, she was in pain

Resting thoughts, all in vain.

People at home were waiting for food

She prepared it all without being rude.

'It's not my favourite dish'

'It's not what I wish' .

One hearing this, she got enraged

At her agitation, she was herself amazed.

She felt sorry for loosing the patience

She couldn't help, these mood fluctuations.

Happens this time, she had somewhere read

Still prepared the dessert, before going to bed.

Took her pills and slept in her room, as she came

The next day was going to be the same.

It's the story of every other dame.

She works more than the body allows, for sure.

In deeds she's praiseworthy and in body she's pure.