It's 4:30 am the alarm rings...

Off she jumps to usher the day in

5 am onwards are her aerobic sessions

After all being a mannequin is the current fashion

She works hard to keep herself thin..

In the process she starves herself because it is in..

There is another reason for it too..

She has to keep her Man from seeking other avenues.

Then she scans the paper from back to front.......word to word...

She just doesn't want to miss out on anything......No she is not a nerd

Then she rushes to the kitchen

To prepare her two children’s Tiffin’s

With a glass of milk she wakes her angels up

And insists they finish it in one gulp

She dresses them up in starched, clean uniforms

And leaves them in school, where they have to perform

Hurriedly she drives back…has to give her Man his tea

Prepare his breakfast, pack his lunch and generally oversee

After that a quick bath….she cannot be late for office..

You ****** she shouts as she maneuvers skillfully through the crazy traffic

She has to excel in work…she has to be on top

Relaxing is something a Superwoman cannot afford ...she simply cannot stop

Back home not a moment’s rest…

Children’s homework, dinner.....she has to do her best…

Once the children sleep and the chores are over and done with

She prepares herself for the Barbie myth

She is a Superwoman, a Supermom !

She has no choice…Can she err and deviate from the established norm?

And day after day it is the same story..

Women trapped in roles and lives and illusions of glory

 But inside the Superwoman is a lonely someone waiting to be freed…

From the burden of perfection and following the creed

And one day when the machine called Superwoman felt lost and sobbed…

Her children let her know that they value her and her crying makes them feel robbed

Suddenly it just struck her; she does not need any kind of cover…

All she needs is the freedom to BE….And that comes from being ME

She needs no tags, no fancy titles

And no superwoman mantles

So she decides to be Herself without any pretences

Performance anxiety giving way to other nuances

I know this maybe my fantasy

But I dream that both the Superwoman and Me are free