I lit  lamp
He lit cigarette

I prayed
He preys

I made food
He gorged

I did chores
He slumbered

I  toiled
He trailed

I cried in pain
He giggled

I bore the brunt
He lived blithely

I made life
He lived.

(This poem is dedicated to all working and non working women who make life for their family members. In my opinion, women are life makers)