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Elegantly designated as ‘Home makers’
Elusive a status, eventually may get erased.
Within the four walls dwelling in own world
Nothing the days offer but bitter loneliness
Hubby hurries to office and kids to school
If oldies there, often dozing off the days
Once the day’s chore over, the hours drag
Sitting before the TV, sluggish they become
Decoyed into depression with dreams drained
Delayed awakening often causing dejection
Days are fresh but duties just the routine
The relics of past activities dusted and rusted.
Sacrifices solicited and services squeezed
Seldom appreciated but often discarded
An extinct class almost, still some lingers
Some withheld and so many withdrawn.
With avenues ever open, just need to imbibe
Attempts you make, achievements march in.
Indulge not in envying women who flourish
Induce self to recharge and get inducted.
Nothing is beyond reach, just hunt possibilities
No one will push you behind, once you fix the track.