She Does Not Live A Life Poem by Rema Santosh

If living for self was what life was meant for
then she didn't live a life
She lived for her daughter, a blessing from her beloved
Who left her for better happiness.

She did not curse, but prayed for them
Her life partner who was less than a friend now
Her friends who shared their problems
As if she never had any.

Time did not dare to touch her
May be it knew the depth
and that the task taken up by her in the name of love,
was making it motionless.

Same smiles, same well wishes
distinguished her from others.
Against shrieks of her growing up daughter
in the little moments of pain and joy.

She realizes, she has a grown up baby
Baby who doesn't ask for more
A baby who has never grown with time
Her happiness and sorrows not measured by time.

If successes are measured by the value of what one owns,
then she has never tasted success
If life is lived by those who live for themselves
then she does not live a life.