A village woman

They woke up early at “4”,

and started their day with the household chores.

They carried water from far off places,

Walking on their feet, crossing all the hindrances.

Their service hours were full day on.

The old days of struggle are forever gone.

The custom of ‘ghunghat’ was followed whole day long,

Grinding, cooking, washing and more, kept them quite strong.

No make up, nor dressed up, just a saree draped around,

Big smile, blank eyes, no regrets, made them sound.(complete)

They kept swamped everyday and at weekends too

making and storing, eats and fodders for the time when there was loo.

Few of them were superstitious, they were vigilant of nightmares,

some practiced witch-craft, stuffs that we don’t dare.

Knitting, embroidery too was a portion of their daily life,

Socialising with other women, kept them well bribed.

From dawn till dusk, they dedicated themselves willingly.

A village woman , was always born so hard, fortunately.

Their own dreams remained unfolded,

With passage of time, they easily got moulded.