A hard life

She toils through the day, 

Without a word or a nay, 

She earns her daily bread, 

Not a tear does she shed... 

 

Breaking stones in the fight

her bones become light

blood becomes water 

to erase her hunger .

Her soles have cracked to bleed 

to do her daily needs

still she has the zeal

though her palms are hard to feel.

Many untold stories 

hiding under her bleeding soles 

many unexpressed words are 

weeping in her troubled soul .

But she bears every thing silently 

to cherish her life lovingly.