Her Altruistic Mien.

Have you ever seen a heart

Who has love, unconditional?

Have you ever met someone

Who has given herself so benevolently?

I have.

And I keep meeting them.

Whenever I talk to a woman

Every now and then.

I meet her in an infant daughter

Who is innocent enough to believe,

That her father might leave her midway

Given she did not comply with his portents.

I meet her in a young sister

Who gives up every thing,

And bears with her parents’ anger

Only for that miscreant little brother.

I meet her in a teenage daughter

Who makes friends with her mother,

Shares her first heartbreak with her

And one day she leaves everything, to be just like her.

I meet her in an amorous wife

Who loves and lusts her husband,

Blending into his family

As milk into sugar.

Her past lay behind

Shedding tears every once in a while,

She calms down herself

For breaking down has never served right.

I meet her in a doting mother

Who serves her child first,

A tired body she might own

But love will still that child own.

Day and night, she will take care

Of children she brought as their own,

Leaving behind her own dreams

She nourishes her family’s soul.

I meet her in a grand daughter

I meet her in a mother in law.

I meet her in a grand mother,

I meet her in nieces and aunts.

I meet her, and I will keep meeting them

In every woman who lives as a woman

Who comes into life

With learning her first words as ‘sacrifice.’

I meet that foolish soul

In every other woman,

Who gives more momentum

To emotion than reason.

I wish they’d know how to live

With ‘EMO-SON’ as a feeling,

May be then they’d never end up

With that senseless feeling.

But what could she do

For her heart’s in the right place,

All she wants is her people whom she loves

To be happy and full of solace.

Of course she is an ignorant fool

For she has lived a forfeited life,

Her loved ones will comply

Why did she surmise?

She cries and sheds some tears

Every now and then when she loses her endurance,

But she lifts herself up,

Finding valor, from I know not where?

And she is back with her giving self

While I wonder how much is left for her to give,

Will there be a time where she’ll be herself left with nothing but pain

And all she’ll have in return is a disgusted look in vain.

How much could a person give after all

How much love can a heart bore?

How much repugnance can one take

How much can she after all bear?

How does a soul carry itself with so much weight,

How can a body live with so many burdens?

And yet I see them, I meet them

All live paradigms of seemingly insane individuals.

I meet them. And I keep meeting them

I just wonder, sometimes,

Have you ever met such a foolish creature

Or is it just me who sees beyond the rational measure?

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Ps: Only, sometimes it feels like it is just not worth it, to give so much of love, and ‘selfless service’.

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Published by Moushmi Radhanpara

A bilingual writer, Moushmi Radhanpara has authored three poetry collections so far, namely POSIES and 03:21 AM –An Ode to Rust & Restlessness, and Resignation of an Angel. She is also scribbling an unplanned rough draft of a story as a part of NANOWRIMO 2020 and hopes that something might come out of it. She has also co-authored two books, The Lockdown Stories and Mirage so far. Her poetries can be found on her blog https://aestheticmiradh.com/ and a few other online portals. She believes in the fact that a better reader makes a better writer. Reading a 100 books a year is her latest obsession. She can be found either drunk on coffee or hiding away from everything and admiring the gorgeous sun.

67 thoughts on “Her Altruistic Mien.

  1. And haven’t you seen altruism in women who are not really women in front of the world? I don’t know why but whenever I read something about the sacrifice or struggle of women, I want “Every” women to be included in it.
    This is a beautiful poem, Moushmi❤️

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  2. I hope one day we all see women in a more balanced avtaar ………but until men learn to step up their game women shall remain the epitome of sacrifice …..this was a beautiful write

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  3. Women came as an embodiment of sacrifice.And to think it’s not worth to give selfless service is in itself a vague to them.You know and feel the insanity but I’m sure not a single women including you would do in real.It’s an unfathomable quest.Can’t think ill of her altruistic mien.🙂

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  4. The foolish or idiots are what make them real and intelligence souls nurturing balanced EQ. Wow! This poem has touched the various aspects of woman, strong, fierce and vulnerable we meet every single day.

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  5. Women are never inferior. In fact women are the most courageous, dedicated, resilient, defiant, perseverant and beautiful soul, for women are and will always be far more superior to us mortal soul.

    Break the shackles, be the change, detest fear my urban girl. Loads of love and hugs to you ❤️❤️

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  6. It is by the worth of poems such as yours, Moushmi, that ‘equality’ will become the norm; eventually. For now it is for every woman to come to this realisation, which will not be an easy venture for many. The so-called ‘traditional’ roles are so ingrained….
    Wonderful writing…
    xoxoxo

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  7. Woww!! This one was lit!! Something describing all the aspects of a woman’s life in such a hard hitting way – and that coming from you makes it even more magnificent! Wonderfully written!! This should be published to wider audiences!!!

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