By Ballaleshwar Tela
Daybreak, she wakes up.
Let it be summer, winter, or any season.
A soul imprisoned,
But in routine chores - trump.
No ambition she knows.
For no pretensions, she believes.
From spirit she lives,
Strives in kindness, she grows.
She, a godly person.
Praying to Gods always.
Moves, she swifts in the ‘maze’,
Care smitten.
Her love, endless and unparalleled.
Not just for us, but gods and children.
Gales - Wizened,
Yet in harmony she dwells.
More and more I realize,
Her care and her sameness, every day.
For her I pray,
And beauty, sans synthetic, she symbolizes.