Enough

She must cook

And she must sweep

So packed is she

She can’t even weep

But you don’t budge

And you won’t help

When asked for a hand

You let out a yelp

You work the whole day

Come on – so does she

Allow her a breather

Be a man – can you be?

When she’s all done

You don’t even thank

Somehow being a man

You get a higher rank

I don’t think you care

She’s living or she’s dead

I know you love her

But only when in bed

It’s not a home for her

It’s more like a cage

She might’ve had enough

Beware of her rage!

© Sundaram Chauhan