Saturday, May 18, 2024

Gender and chores!!!

Mundane works and the play,

no not the video games,

ah! they are meant for the male in the house,

who ruled that rule book?


I see the fix at hard, 

now who turn the table round.

who made the dishes go clean?

who was it with the laundry?


Ah, the girls. 

the rolling board had a deep cut sound,

it is not gender play but a time chain,

I proclaim that as the ticking clock!


Let the plate be little filled today,

we had a feast all this time,

a boiled cook is better than nothing,

she had an appointment to schedule.


The juice tasted a bit salty,

tides had a roaring experience,

settle down please, 

chores are distributed.


Did the kid ask for the sundae?

well feed them a while,

it is not a no task,

she will fill up bottle soon.


The time of year not to reap the crops

taxation time, he fills mine,

but why this gender reversal here?

My money, my tax, my file up exemption!


The bills are pending on the cart,

shopping the best fabric is easy online,

let's divide the task likewise,

earn the brownie to shop next!


The routine is boring yet living up

this makes you strive hard to achieve,

not easy not so hard, challenging almost

but crux is life is all of that!


Sunday, May 5, 2024

River

Flaw and flow it has both,

breathes the best air blown over it,

but equally shreds the polluted ones passed on it,

Did it knock the door why you did so?


Things are so bad on her,

hardly is given a due for all the time,

respect is temporary, celebration mode only,

rest is momentarily just for attended the unattended.


Acceptance seeks favoritism but what does she was asking for,

some water; clean and clear,

life is not so neater either,

many eyes rolled down with tears just never seen or heard.


The flow folds many stories,

harsh, true, bitter all come closer,

were we seeking some help from her,

she never said no to any though.


Many debris lie at the breach,

many shatters of the devi ensembled there,

never asked a question why it is on me?

yet, only got a drench and said we are pure now?


The duty of universe is to flow,

but what rights she had on the nature,

ever wondered why the course is disturbed now,

why is she so bound now?


Well, nature plays its own stroke, 

high or low always at the broken,

don't try hard there,

lives do also flow with the course.


Struggling with the torment of mankind,

silent year not sleeping always,

it will run the dance of fury,

if not now, not never though, somehow -someday!