I have many things to say,
Starting with how we begin our mornings in a haze,
We wake up feeling refreshed or still in a daze,
We'd love to sleep,
But everyone around us would begin to weep,
School tiffin and prep,
There's no time to fret,
So off we bounce from our beds,
And into the kitchen we head,
Once we bid farewell to our tiny humans,
We squeeze in a brisk workout for ourselves to start feeling more human,
Work takes over,
And we quickly switchover,
Shedding away the homemaker title to that of hustler,
Ideas are thrown and rustled with, our brains in a tussle,
We absorb as much knowledge as we can,
And before we know it, homework has begun,
Time to shift gears again,
Trying our best to be calm like Zens,
Mother, colleague, daughter and friend,
There's just no end,
To the title you can give a woman,
She's so many people all wrapped in one.
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