Scripts on Your Body

A middle aged female body,
Returning home from work
Walks like a balance, swaying between
Polythene of vegetables and hard earned time.

They come in different sizes and shapes,
Tired, with disheveled hair and displaced sarees,
checking the pace of their steps and the awaiting chores.

The sight of that bundle of warmth, walking ahead,
like penguins or the rhythms of the quack,
brings unexpected tears.
Your overflowing heart.

Every home needs a middle aged woman, to show
the marks of  love women carry on their bodies.
Those that they sow, and
Never reap.



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