• sunisanth 24w

    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.

    ©sunisanth