I have most of the time
for me and for me alone.
I move around the house
with little focus.
I do very little work
cooking and arranging
the house. At times
they turn a bully.
With the wooden doors
windows, and furniture
I stay for a while, till
my helper enters.
I watch him work,
sweep and mop,
clean the cooked vessels,
a bustle bit noisy.
He packs the food
and leaves me
to the old good time
I wait for my spouse.
Once he comes,exists
a hustle and a bustle
then back to the quietening
serenity. The day draws to a close!
Meenas Poems 