Less awards for overdoing!


I paused for a long time-
not knowing 
What to do 
and what not 
Yes, I did so 
while I was reminded
there is no award for any overwork 
than you just do and simply die.

Yes, it was then while I paused or 
even stopped my writing
I stopped loving men and women 
I stopped visiting theatres 
I stopped adding more people to my list 
I stopped adoring the beauty in the beast 
I stopped worshipping holy shrines 
I stopped alluring people, while there is 
no reward or less reward for the things I overdo.

Yet, I started growing old within me
Assuring the promises a woman deserve,
And realising having tea with the right person 
is never an emotion.
Why were we let to grow setting boundaries, 
limits 
and 
essentials, I paused while I had to.

©Parvathy Ramachandran 

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