In her mind she thinks a lot
Her eyelids droop, she sleeps not
As the orange fills the sky
She walks around, her hair in a bun
The water tries to freshen her up
But fails in its attempt, for its deep in heart.
She cooks, she serves,
She runs out to catch the bus.
To a place where the files lay waiting
And though she signs them, the tower keeps growing
Never tired, just like her.
She runs out to catch the bus,
To a place, where her family is waiting.
As the hot food fills their plate
She teaches her daughter to rest and lay
And to be tiredless just like her.
It's past the orange ball set
The white beautiful moon is not out yet.
While everybody lay horizontally
A soul was up vertically,
It had run all its life
To school, college and now to work.
The body was tired,
The soul was not.
Though in her mind she thinks a lot
Her eyelids droop, she sleeps not.