WOMEN

When they hear the big bell strikes six
The lanes of women are ready to
Come out from garment factory
A pretentious faces,
Hurrying in their walks
A small talk
Tattered clothing with dull handbag
Working a bit harder with machine
And enthusiasm pumped by their children
Mentioning “I am waiting for you Ma”
And moving as a programmed robot to the home….!

These women life lying as a:
A peasant with a dull, hard, unexciting life
Gazing with wide eyes and meld themselves in to the work
Sacrificing their souls for a handle full of family
Leaving their heart at home
And bring their head to work
Losing themselves in the face of money….!
Losing themselves in the face of money….!
Now I salute these women with great respect…..!