Saw her yelling on the roads with a
dirty bag,
Anyone seeing her would for sure
call her a hag!
We might say she is not well
groomed,
But do we know her life is doomed?
Feeding on some titbits from the
trash,
’Cos she doesn’t have any cash!
On my right, I see the world all
green,
On my left, I see how much are we
mean!
Had she a chance to be clean,
What a beautiful lady would she have
been!
Some even call her a witch,
Hearing that her muscles never
twitch!
Though she looks like someone from
the wild,
Her emotions have never been mild!
She is of course, with her life,
contended,
Only she knows her everyday being
amended!
Like the leaves that, once dry fall
on soil,
Never does she expect fruits of her
toil!
Life hasn’t given her any trump
card,
She just chose to work hard!
She wanders all day selling
colourful beeds,
That’s for her family’s everyday
needs!
She needn’t do any great deed,
Yet she never does plead!
- Saranya Parthasarathy
- Saranya Parthasarathy
