The Sun yet to peep into the dark night <br />She gets up all bleary eyed <br />Checks on her four urchins...they are sleeping alright <br />The husband lying sprawled in a corner after yet another drunken night <br /> <br />She steps out in the approaching winter chill <br />Out in the fields for her early morning drill <br />The shrill cock wildly disturbs the night that is still <br />She quickly sets off to the next village's well <br /> <br />A one hour walk makes her reach as the morning sun greets the day <br />She has a quick bath there and sets off with the water on her way <br />Reaching her hut, she lights the fire on the wood that she got yesterday <br />Preparing a single square meal for the family that will keep them at bay <br /> <br />She sets out to the fields with all her kids to the fields <br />Where she is a paid worker with the farmer who wields <br />his force, working with her bare hands in the blaring sun <br />Also keeping a constant watch on her offspring <br /> <br />****************To be continued******************<br /><br />Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/h-2-dedications-from-the-life-of-an-indian-village-woman-1/
