She arrives on earth
Serves her elders, while hunting her infancy,
Then it goes instructions way, with growing age
Money, ornaments, demands. Her choice?
Shifted to new place, serves the new once,
Enclosed with expectations, blames, and pinching..
Sobbing with sorrow, broken dreams..
Physically brittle, rationally not used
Dependent, frustrated, helpless…
Suffers that which is even ridiculous.
Still she runs the show
Respects those who do not deserve
Always smiling, knowing all
Comfort her kids for future
Even knowing they will fly tomorrow,
She, the heart of the earth
She the beauty of the world
She the most ignored one
She the Indian Woman…
