There is an empty feeling inside her
Without any reason she feels worn out.
Boredom has settled heavy on her shoulders
The monotony of life is killing her out.


Life has been pretty predictable till now
Marriage, children and a comfortable little nest
This security, respectability that she has
May be the envy of many-a less fortunate.


She tries to run true to type- revel in gossiping, shopping spree
But it has proved an utter failure- they never held much charm for her.
Peaceful sunsets, homing birds, a sweet melody, a refreshing book
These have often caught her fancy but after a while she is again unstuck.


She has this feeling of guilt- she is wasting precious time
To throw away life in mundane activity- is nothing short of crime.
But where to go, what to do- the vision eludes her, she is distraught
Hopelessly confused, she sinks in the quagmire of uncertainty and doubt.


She tries to drown in routine chores-guiltily lest she neglects the man or
the children
To her relief they find nothing amiss, they are rather sweet but absorbed in
their business.
She envies them their purposefulness- they have set goals and may they win
the race
Her life has been aimless- because she dared not dream and has nothing to
chase.

Is it so impossible for her to come out of shell?
Can't she learn to live for individual self?
Once the inertia overcome, she will truly emerge alive.
If not, she can never experience the exuberance of being worthwhile.
 

~Jayanti Sinha~

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