Forwarded from Hitanshi Parekh
COFFEE WASN'T READY !
By Hitanshi Parekh
@hitucreates_
He layed in bed for days on end,
Too weak to work, too tired to pretend.
She held his hand, made every meal,
Ran the house with aching heels.
She fetched his medicines, wiped his tears,
Whispered comfort, swallowed fears.
No one noticed the sleep she missed,
Or how her fingers trembled at the wrist.
Then came the day he rose again,
Back to work, free from pain.
She smiled softly, tired but kind,
Still nursing the storms in her own mind.
But that morning she didnβt rise.
The kitchen echoed with silent sighs.
No clinking cups, no sugar stirred,
Just quiet air, and absence heard.
He stormed out, loud and red,
βThe coffeeβs not ready!β β thatβs what he said.
No concern, no second glance,
Just shattered cups and egoβs play.
He didnβt see her pale and still,
The fever hidden behind her will.
He forgot love's not just what she gives-
It's noticing if she even lives.
He didnβt ask, βAre you okay?β
Just barked orders, went on his way.
And all she had was a worn-out frame,
A tired soul with no one to name.
The truth is this , in many homes,
She suffers silently, dies alone.
Healed him whole, and broke instead,
But no one sees when she needs rest.
Because in this world, sheβs taught to serve,
To love in silence, to bend, not swerve.
And if one day her hands donβt shake the pot,
Sheβs judged, unloved, and soon forgotten.
By Hitanshi Parekh
@hitucreates_
He layed in bed for days on end,
Too weak to work, too tired to pretend.
She held his hand, made every meal,
Ran the house with aching heels.
She fetched his medicines, wiped his tears,
Whispered comfort, swallowed fears.
No one noticed the sleep she missed,
Or how her fingers trembled at the wrist.
Then came the day he rose again,
Back to work, free from pain.
She smiled softly, tired but kind,
Still nursing the storms in her own mind.
But that morning she didnβt rise.
The kitchen echoed with silent sighs.
No clinking cups, no sugar stirred,
Just quiet air, and absence heard.
He stormed out, loud and red,
βThe coffeeβs not ready!β β thatβs what he said.
No concern, no second glance,
Just shattered cups and egoβs play.
He didnβt see her pale and still,
The fever hidden behind her will.
He forgot love's not just what she gives-
It's noticing if she even lives.
He didnβt ask, βAre you okay?β
Just barked orders, went on his way.
And all she had was a worn-out frame,
A tired soul with no one to name.
The truth is this , in many homes,
She suffers silently, dies alone.
Healed him whole, and broke instead,
But no one sees when she needs rest.
Because in this world, sheβs taught to serve,
To love in silence, to bend, not swerve.
And if one day her hands donβt shake the pot,
Sheβs judged, unloved, and soon forgotten.
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"Y'all would prefer to give money to a beggar or feed themπ?"
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You would choose someone who loves you π
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"What was your turning point in life?β¨Ans how is it affecting your present?π"
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Either you join your hands near your heartπ
or keep them in the air with palms openπ€²,
does not matterβ¨.
you are a divine child.
And praying should be from HEARTβ€οΈ.
ALWAYSπ§Ώ.
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