The poetess believes ‘To live is to write’
Waking up before all other souls
The chirping sound and dawn
Open those eyes with no new thoughts
But duties of her own
First prays to Lord for blessing the day
And night of one and all
Then on her toes with tired veins
To response each ones call
Keeping satisfy each hunger first
Though burning hers within her
Not counting works how much how far
Just helping near and dear
Toiling being edge stone forever
With no dreams or any needs
Still living smiling but somewhere
That heart silently bleeds
Drenched in sweat for those who think
‘What want may she has?’
A little attention with consoling words
Were remained within unexpressed
Neither wished a thing for self
Nor demanded eternal love
Seeing blue sky though feels to fly
But forbidden to look above.