Wonder-Woman

What a glorious April morning!

I watch her in the field, toiling,

Her sleek slender figure wrapped up in a saree,

Like a cuckoo, she sings a heartfelt melody.

Her sun-kissed skin and tired face,

Radiates like bronze in the golden haze,

Those pitch-black locks cascade in air,

As she reaps harvest while humming a prayer.

She is up and going at the onset of dawn,

Pursuing daily chores without a frown,

Her steady and serene presence,

Lights up my life with radiance.

Her high spirits and indomitable grit,

Gives me the courage to face my fits,

Today, I salute her in gratitude

My Wonder-woman, I surrender to your fortitude!!