The Real One Poem by Chitra Bisht

Girl, dear girl, come on wake up
Dab on some powder and make up.

The show is about to begin
N you'll be centre stage for the event.

Smiling, waiting on the rest,
Don't forget the pout, be at your best.

Here a mom, there a wife and a daughter-in-law,
For the boss... of the house N blah, blah, blah.......

Sweet adorable girl, you are special, coz you do and look so,
Don't forget the blush, it makes you glow.

Care for all....now and then, to and fro,
Crease's for you gown, not for your brow.

Wipe that stubborn tear; don't smudge your kohl,
Empty the trash cans, laundry bags...dare not bare your soul.

Your are a diva, a woman of substance
Who cares? ? If shattered to your elements.

People do bother...
For your
looks, culinary skills..different facets! ! ! !
Can't share the pain or complain
Not your best assets.......

So move on, for the world, bring out the best stuff
As for yourself...
Save a tear or so sans make up.

Chitra Bisht