Give Me Your Warm Hand

You give your hundred percent

To uplift the familial welfare, untiring

The mundane happiness is in dire need

Sans, you the home becomes a silence

Innate, so urgent, yet so ardent, so firm!

A single day means a drop of blood

Needing unending patience, nay love!

I shudder to shutter my eyes and see

The sweating labour you just put in

No such word to say tired in your marrow

Day and night, you spend time in the kitchen

Cooped up!

It’s a cycle, not to be recycled, domestic

Chores to be pitied with fond fondle

Bears not the faintest tinge of ruefulness

Smile is a million-dollar peace you possess

I wake up daily; my morning begins fresh

It rains softly in the rill of your life

Water and tears slide to a sucking sieve

So soft a mind you cocoon in your life!

©Basudev Paul