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A Single Woman

Men,
whatever their status
married or single

whatever their age
old or young
want her

Women,
the married ones
envy her space
her freedom
the younger ones
idolize her success
her independence

Parents,
worry and silently hope

Bosses,
prefer her to her married counterparts

Friends,
count on her for her availability

They see
success
freedom
independence
space
they see it all
yet they don't see much

most wanted
and yet she feels so unwanted.

Goes back at night to
an empty house
an empty bed

sleeps cuddled with her teddy bear
waking up alone to another day

gets ready
puts on her best dress
and that dab of mascara

with the mask on
she is now ready to face life again

to conquer a few more hearts
to be wanted again

Shubhra 17th March, 2007 edited on July 3, 2007

Comments

Ishieta said…
This is so true... u have captured what i think we all feel...choices are never easy - and to live with them - tougher still!
Shubhra said…
Thanks Ishita for liking this one :)
Anonymous said…
Life is free
When u can be what u wanna be
But there are other things beside
And one has to decide

Is this what I want
Is this my path
Can I be more
What else is in store

The soul does search
For that eternal love
That makes all things fit
and everything else worth it

So heres wishing u the best
In your time of tryst
May this page hold soon
Storys of a honey moon
Anonymous said…
Look...Look at the trees,
look at the birds,
look at the clouds,
look at the stars...
and if you have eyes
you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy.
Trees are happy for no reason;
clouds are happy for no reason;
birds are happy for no reason;
flowers are happy for no reason;
though..
they are not going to become PM they are not going to become presidents,
they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance.
so look at the flowers - for no reason, this is the secret..
Yes, the secret of being happy is to be happy for no reason...
this is the root and fruit of spirituality.
lets all be speritual,
lets all be blissed!!!
Ravi Sharma
Max Babi said…
Very interesting poem, Shubhra.
If you don't mind I will copy this to a close friend who is single, and whose thoughts run thru' blue moods we discussed a while ago.

She claims to be very comfortable with her going back to an empty apartment and sleeping alone... but at the same time, she does try to put a frame around some mythical Prince Charming like most others do.

How crystal clear are your thoughts here....

Cheerz!
Anonymous said…
the cons of womanhood
love the poems
Harish said…
really very nice..hey you also work in HR....me too...do share with me some HR practices at your firm...
Jay said…
Hi,
Peoms composed by you and the pictures you have painted are beautiful.Some are quite touching & heartfelt.
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Women make great mothers,sisters,friends,wives,
daughters...One cannot imagine life without them. I respect them.
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Keep writing /painting.

/Jay

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