Though tender she doth appear
but she's not born to falter
in weal and woe or in sun and shower
but for love her eyes may brim with tear
but she's not born to falter
as she finds her strength only in prayer
her beauty be laughed at, so be her stature
but she's not born to falter
being a wife her roles're very rare
even you be unkind to take care of her
but she's not born to falter
like a spider she can weave her fate better
but for a pinch of smile and morsel of cheer
she so gears up her spirit with eternal prayer.
(A Tercinnet)
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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