A Housewife's Lament

By Sujain Banth

A housewife's Lament All the pain she endures, 

All the insults she silently bears 

I know she's not what they say. 

She is strong, deserving so much more. 

The tears she sheds, hoping for kindness, Fall unnoticed, as they turn away. 

They take his side, never questioning his 

wrongs, 

Finding only faults in her. 

She's not crazy, not out of her mind, 

Just a human, fighting her battles, Living through the chaos, 

Longing to be heard. 

Her heart is pure, her soul untouched, Yet they choose to see only the flaws. No love, no understanding, 

Only hatred-and still, she treats them with 

grace. 

She's not naive; she knows the truth, She sees the lies they try to hide. All she asked was to be understood, To have a place in her own home, To be treated as a person, not a slave. 

But they never stood by her side, Always justifying his actions. Why? Because he earns their bread. But are they not both human, 

Guided by the same light? 

Their cruel words broke her spirit, 

Their silence left her alone. 

And in the end, it wasn't them 

But their indifference that killed her alive. 

By Sujain Banth