My Mother

In the heat of summer my mother is anxious
For water, as the well runs dry.
In winter she is anxious when
In the cold her children cry.
In the monsoon season she worries
When the roof leaks like a sieve,
All year through she agonizes
That her little girls should safely live.

She worries and worries
For getting food on the plate
And about the cash squandered
By her jobless, irresponsible mate.

She worries and worries,
About rice and curries,
About debt and rent,
And all the money spent.

I doubt if her name is Kavery
It really must be Mrs. Worry!

Crystal David John
from Chennai, in Tamil Nadu, India, is a feminist economist who loves nature. She has a Ph.D. in Economics. A writer and an artist, Crystal is an advocate of gender equality and has inspired hundreds of students every year. Her writings are stimulating and satirical, and focus on women, the environment and the marginalised.

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