A Magic Iron

Because of poverty My family could only offer an iron Using burning coal It looked big, heavy and clumsy To keep the coal burning hot I had to fan it with a fancy palm-leaf fan It took time to iron To flatten the folds on my dress To raze the obstacles in my heart To remove the sorrow in my soul To gain some confidence and pride in my life And whenever a shining smooth surface appeared Before my eyes I cheered, I applaused I was overwhelmed with joy Even though it's only a small success In those simple and meagre childhood days