The soft voice and the downcast eyes
She is an embodiment of modesty and raw grace
The veiled face that refuses to hide her long, dangling nose ring
And an earthen pot that only enhances her ethnic charm
Can someone please tell her to make haste
The well is drying up in the hot sun
Her peaches and cream complexion invites no comparison
Those tanned legs can make many a blonde woman go green with envy
With wind in her hair, and a look of assurance
She is ready to face the test of time
Can someone look beyond that pretty face
Her mind and soul are strong enough to stare anyone in the face
She quietly manages all the household chores
Whether it is scrubbing the utensils or washing dirty laundry
Her kids and kin are the nucleus of her existence
And the needs of her partner form her commandments
Can someone ask her how she manages to hold her own
Whilst donning multiple hats with consummate ease
Her walk enlivens the entire neighbourhood
Taunts and passes are permanent fixtures in her life
But, she chooses to remain undeterred by form of eccentricity
For, she chooses to march ahead, tirelessly
Can someone spare a moment to pat her on the back
For, she is the perfect blend of nature and nurture
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