Written by: Suresh Iyer

Drenched in the rain, she walks up the hill
Pot in her hand, feet marching towards the well
Day or night, candles flicker where she dwells
Her other half drinks in absurdity 
Throats parched, kids study in obscurity
On topic “Unity in Diversity”
She feeds the stomachs, lay them to sleep
Bells chime in Temple, she goes to sweep
Devotees swarm in, their pockets are deep