Let me not think on’t

Frailty, thy name is woman!

Hamlet Act 1, scene 2, 142–146


Oh Shakespeare, thus you spoke

N branded as frail, women forever

Yet she is the one who nurtures life 

For days and months as untold risks 

And discomfort is endured with a smile 

She walks the tightrope of home and work

Juggles a dozen apples and yet does not shirk

From dawn to dusk, her work never ends

Even in sleep for home n hearth she plans! 

From rocking the cradle to handling the ladle

From picking up a pen to picking up a scalpel

She does it with a panache sincerity n a smile

Hey Shakespeare  I call it Holy Grail not frail

Calling all u Shakespeares out there, she’s not Frail! 

In response to Daily Prompt. Frail

9 thoughts on “Frail

  1. Anonymous July 19, 2016 / 7:36 am

    Yes indeed … well said. Lovely lines … full of conviction

    Liked by 1 person

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