TRANSITIONS
To cook and scrub to wash and fold
A good iyer wife does all these she was told
A life of drudgery to some it seems
Amma, Athai and Akka do it day after day and their faces
gleam
A life of comfort , thats what help's for' she was told
Wifely duties her heart now longs for
Willing she seems to touch meat and beer
And all that his heart desires
Care for him the way men cared for in her maternal home
A life sans the bickering and haggling
Too serene for her to relish
Find she will ways to balance her time
Between home and work demanding bosses and babies
Sisters by birth and those by law
A professional life and homemaker's bliss
Her right and left brain her head and heart vie
The identity she seeks...his wife
A child she seeks not Gollu or Baldy but her very own
Her home Malcha Marg
or in 8th Arrondissement
Sarojini Market or Avenue des Champs Elysee
To her locale won't matter much
Once she chooses her dude over all else
The games he played the pranks and traps he schemed
The glee in his eye and the manner he speaks
She listens wide eyed sharp eared and eager
No embarrassing questions he asks
Her distance with other loved ones draws them closer
A ceremony she misses eyebrows raised
Will it lead to confessions and confrontations
Or deepen the divide?
Edited by moonwearer - 8 years ago
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