When sun behind the horizon crawls in,
She unbolt s her heavy eyes
Sights the sandy-hour glass
Sets her eyes on the settled breaths
Sneaks out of her bed
Opens the wide room of nature
Thank the grey mountains for the day
Drench her fair face with the cold dews
Warms herself with a cup of comforts
Sees her loved ones sleeping peacefully
But a tinge of worry pops up
The fear she carry
Of the debts she has to shell out
Of the recruitments she has to build in
She runs back to her routine
Begins to swing it from left to right
Lifts it up and down
Moves herself back and forth
Expends all day
Droops down forgiving the ills
Embroiders the finest yarns
With the prettiest signs
And when the dusk calls in
She lays her weary soul
But how altruistic a soul she is
Never says a word and walks through another day with positivity.
