Not an unusual day

The alarm rang at five
Drowsily , she rubbed the eyes.
Trying hard to leave the bed
Limping like a zombie , dead.
She woke up to the blanket of darkness
Unwilling to move that day , I guess.
The world around was still asleep
For her , the morning was a bit bleak.
She knew , she had no time to be meek.
Furbishing herself , she tightened up her belt
Tied up to the chores , she usually dealt.
Finishing her work ,  drained , she felt.
With aching body , that haggard lady
Glossed herself and got ready.
She reached her work place , engaged in her work
" How are you so perfect madam? ", complimented a clerk.
Screaming , Screeching , Struggling , inside
She genuinely , passed a twinkling smile.
Confidently , she presented her slides
Excellent ! The boss replied.
Tired soul ,  back to her place
Greeted everyone with a smiling face.
The day was hard , she was in pain
Resting thoughts , all in vain.
People at home were waiting for food
She prepared it all without being rude.
" It's not my favourite dish ".
" It's not what I wish ".
One hearing this , she got enraged
At her agitation , she was herself amazed.
She felt sorry for loosing the patience
She couldn't help , these mood fluctuations.
Happens this time , she had somewhere read
Still prepared the dessert , before going to bed.
Took her pills and slept in her room , as she came
The next day was going to be the same.
It's the story of every other dame.
She works more than the body allows , for sure.
In deeds she's praiseworthy and in body she's pure.

-Sakshi Arora