She worked from four
In the morning,
Giving away the milk,
She colectted from
The booths, delvered
At doorsteps of all,
Making a few thousand
To meet both ends,
Working in the cold winter,
In rains she ran
From home to home,
To fend for her children,
Andd add to her husband's
Paltry income made of sweat.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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I would like to translate this poem
Her services are indeed great- without it, we have no morning!