She's Nothing

The woman you see in me,

You call her extraordinary.

She keeps calm, when tensed.

She is quiet and placated;

Her rage is fenced.

She works day and night

above you all.

But homes no ego that is tall.

How she raises those kids all

alone.

And sheds not a tear when forlorn.

But deep inside her soul,

You haven’t dived.

Her oceanic eyes brings a tide

in the dead of every night.

That’s when the queen wears

the flooding emotional crown.

Go not so near, or you’ll be drowned.

When soon the dawn’s steps are seen

coming in a hurry.

Her heart turns simple.

Her face is worn out and weary.

Oh! Not to think about her that much.

That woman you see in me;

She’s nothing.

Just an extended version of ordinary.

Copyrights by Mandovi Jadoun