Rushing through chores,
The same routine everyday.
The in and out so familiar,
Works like a background score.
Though at times its different.
Sometimes pushing hard.
Sometimes drawing short paths.
Sometimes late than the fixed slot.
Sometimes learning to keep up with the lot.
Then to find time
for others to attend to.
When all go to rest in the nest,
She lays back to think.
The day ended,
but never began for her.
For every moment she lived for others.
Fulfilling herself in their lives.
She is so precious to all.
Not to be lost at any cost.
Yet not a single heart to connect to.
She needs no admiration , recognition or appreciation.
She fulfils her obligation.
All she wants a heart to connect to
For all her day has tired her mind and body.
The heart still seeks a heart to connect to.
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