SHE WALKED WITH THE POTS
SHE WALKED WITH THE POTS
She walked and walked continuously, tirelessly
Heavy Pots filled with water on the top of her head
One overflowing pot on her waist clutched with arm
And one tiny baby unborn, squeezed inside her womb.
Restlessly, she walked and walked all the way everyday
The sun over her head blazed fiercely, mercilessly
So was the hot sand, crushing under her bare feet
The jingling bangles, tinkling anklet, and other ornaments
Adding more heat and soreness, too miserable to bear
But, non-stop, she walked and walked with her water
While walking, she was extremely careful not to spill
Every drop of water carried was most precious for her
Miles she walked every day, unceasing, to fetch this water
Just a repeated, unending, smouldering part of her life
But, she walked and walked without rest for the water
The impressive leaders will give a loud lecture on the stage
Every house, every day will get water sure it is our promise
As the tiny bubbles rise and die inside her pot without spilling
Her daughter, daughter’s daughter, will also quietly continue
Just to fetch water, they too will walk and walk all their life.