Creativity gives its hallowed hands to resurrect the mind,

 Shriveled into a dreary corpse within the domestic walls,

 And swamped into the sameness of –

 The same dull look dangling from the same curtain,

The same emptiness writ large upon the bedspread of the same bed,

The same nonchalance of the same finicky floor,

The same wrath in which the food simmers upon the same stove,

The same grin of the flashing knives from the same kitchen rack,

The same roar with which the same chimney sucks the oil,

The same gush of water from the same washing machine,

The same curse which the scorching pickle under the blazing sun flits with,

The same ticking sound of the same clock,

Chiseling away the same time into the same boards,

Of the same days and nights,

 And of the same months and years.

………Dr. Fathema Begum