The Malady of the Indian Wife

This poem , I believe, was written after I had a discussion with some of my girlfriends where we compared our lives with that of our moms. And while our mom's in no-way had it easy, we found that neither do we.


The 20th century Indian wife
Made her husband and children her only life
She put her smarts into the house
Being the bread winner was the role of her spouse

She cooked and cleaned as a full time job
In raising good kids she was no slob
Being the perfect house-wife her only duty
That and keeping her external beauty

The 21st century indian wife
Decided she would make her own life
She used her smarts in the outside world
The entire world at her feet curled

Now she got the butter for the bread her husband earned
And she hoped her husband understood (he who was so learned)
That now that she worked as hard as he
Her work at home could not be the same as his mom's would be

But such is the malady of the Indian wife
Regardless of the century, housework is part of her life
So now she cooks, cleans and also earns money
If that is'nt sad it surely aint funny