An Ode

This is an ode to the real women of India. The ones who sweat it out on the fields. The ones who keep their family together always. The ones who look beyond themselves every time. I salute you!

The fragrance of the soil in your hands,

You smear it like the sun with drops of rain,

Immense support that your lonely shoulders provide,

Under your shadow they all take a relieved sigh!

With your wooden flute you get the fireplace alive,

And with the hymn you ignite the spirit of life,

Somewhere in the fields your earring tinkers,

The sound of which keep your men going all night.

Soaked in the heat of the day,

Your skin becomes a tad little dark,

Like the last coal which burns just a little,

You provide the warmth to your family at night,

Theres a twinkle in your eyes, like the stars in the sky.

The winds bow down to you Oh! Lady of the house,

The seasons salute you with a smile,

The dust is your make-up,

So what, you are the like rivers that bring life.

It sound like a million shells when you heave,

There is a feather to every sorrow you grieve,

The dark cloud is like the kaajal on your face protecting you,

And you smear it like the sun with drops of rain.

V.V.Vikram