Why my hands are rough and coarse

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Dedicating to the every woman 👩. I am sure this has been faced by most of us at one time or others.  An introspection for The children (irrespectivs of gender) and husbands

 

                    
 

Why are hands rough and coarse?

Is a question I am asked

By my own children and others

Sometimes accused sometimes ridiculed

                Doing the dishes countless times a day,

               Using the detergent full of chemicals,

                Using washing powders full of sodas

               Not withstanding the harshness

              The clothes fade away after a few washings

               I use it day after day,

                Year after year till my end,

                 So that you eat in clean dishes

                 And wear clean clothes

                You dare to ask ????????

                Why are my hands rough and coarse ?

When we are going out

Why I can not dress-up properly ?

Wear high heels and do my hair?

Has anyone spared a single thought?

After one hour of ironing

And few hours of cleaning the house 

My back is stiff and feel too tired,

To even think of going out.

But still with a smiling face

Join you in your fun

 You dare to ask???????

Why I can not dress-up properly ?

Wear high heels and do my hair?

                     I agree world won’t stop when I am gone

                      You may hire helping hands

                      To cook,wash and do the dishes

                     But you will not find anyone waiting 

                     To serve you hot meals and watch you lovingly

                     When you browse your mobile while eating

                    Oblivious to the fact that I was also hungry

I don’t expect any accolades or rewards

But then don’t deserve insensitivity on your part

You may find many friends and well-wishers 

But there would never be a blessing hand

Or a warmth of selfless embrace

Love me for your own sake

So that you don’t feel guilty 

When I am gone.


         

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HAIKU #22

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                       The view from my home.

     Silence of sunset 🌇

        Shimmering on the surface

                Humbled by beauty 

 
I love Sunrise and Sunset. It never fails to fascinate me.

 
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पत्तों की बरसात

A beautiful blog of poetry which touched my ♥ deeply. Sharing one of them. The hindi poetry lovers do check

Tissue Paper और कलम

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आँख खुली तो देखा मैंने,
रात अजब एक बात हुई थी ।
अंगड़ाई लेती थी सुबह
औंधी गहरी रात हुई थी ॥

पक्षी भी सारे अब चुप थे,
घोंसलों में बैठे गुमसुम थे,
कैसी ये घटना उनके संग
यूँही अकस्मात् हुई थी ।
आँख खुली तो देखा मैंने,
रात अजब एक बात हुई थी ॥

सूरज की अब धूप भी नम थी,
तपिश भी उसमें थोड़ी कम थी,
स्थिति बनाती और गहन तब
तेज़ हवा भी साथ हुई थी ।
आँख खुली तो देखा मैंने,
रात अजब एक बात हुई थी ॥

शर्म छोड़ सब पेड़ थे नंगे,
टेढ़े मेढ़े और बेढंगे,
झड़प हुई थी उनमें या कि
पत्तों की बरसात हुई थी ।
आँख खुली तो देखा मैंने,
रात अजब एक बात हुई थी ॥

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HAIKU # 21

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  Manali Himachal Pradesh  India

 
Ancient mountain house

             Symbol of bygone era

                        Rusted Elegance


Very rare to see the mountain architecture these days. Attracted towards the concrete, perhaps people are forgetting  the practical utilities of these houses in the snow and harsh winter weathers. The way things are going, in near future they may only be  adoring some  museum walls. 

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  #HAIKU#mountain#ancient#elegance

HAIKU #20

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                      A MAZE

Internet a good    source for searching  information but when I am looking for something  so many options are displayed and out of curiosity keep on  clicking and by the time I reach the information I am looking for, exhausted as if  run a marathon

 

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#haiku#internet#maze

HAIKU # 15 GRATITUDE (100th post)

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    Courtesy Clay Artist Joy Gupta

Heart ♥  in reverence 

         For blessings of Almighty 

            The world of thoughts flows

 


Courtesy Suman Gupta The Mystic Artist ( http://www.sumangupta.com)  thanks for letting  me use your paintings pics

Today is my  100th post and it has been possible only due to blessings of

SHIVA (The energy)

        MOHANJI (my GURUJI)

My fellow bloggers (liking, commenting and following my humble thoughts) 



My morning friends (simple pleasures)

Chaitanya my Son ( his honest suggestion and keen observation are valuable) 

Joy my sister ( pure heart ♥) 

Seema my Sister-in-law (my most ardent reader, never failing to comment) 

Raghav Vaid my cousin ( for reading and encouraging me to keep going) 

 Family and friends ( Dropping by my posts on Facebook) 




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