Bound to smile
She, lean & thin,
Bowed headed,
And pale faced,
was going on the curly roads.
She sometimes, busy in muddy fields.
Botheration live always
In her mind
About the sorrows & pains
To whom her family is bearing.
She is hardly thirty yrs old but looks like a forty yrs old lady.
Chirping like birds,
Dancing,
And singing which was her hobby in childhood
have been disappeared for ever now.
If she is smiling sometimes today
It may the for the sake of her family’s smile
If she is walking on curly roads
that is only for her families lively hood.
She is a poor lady belongs to landless peasantry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem