I Am A Working Woman Poem by lily peace lago every by to ph

I am a working woman
single chain adoring my necks
a beautiful sky blue saree well decorated
with smiling face a mask in content
wearing sleepers locked the door
lifeless life behind me, stepping down
walking alive on the road
I am a working woman....

Catching the butterfly, running behind the bee
wearing a single rose and jumping the rope
Try to touch the sky
sitting on a branch of a tamarind tree
in tasting a ripe mango
vivid was my childhood days
and the flashes of the days over my eyes
drops roll over the cheeks
walking alive on the road
I am a working woman......

Taking my hands keeping my heads over his shoulders
counted the stars, I was a queen in his thrown
swept me from floor swinging in his hands
my nerves and heart jumped at will....
my pride, proud and inebriated mind
are the villians of life............

Accustomed knowledge and the vibrant shine
got me the job......
his kneeling down to leave the job ecstized in me
Oh! the inebriated mind
calculated the penny and the luxury of life

In the passage of time
money laughed at me the luxury of life
no where on the path
the love, affection and the life in heart
drained deserted and I search in him
his eyes never glitter a mechanised he
never smile from heart
delicious food in the bin laughed at me
the food we had a cup of curd
ane the brinjal too laughed at pathetic me
mockering me, when the tears rolled on
my cheeks in bulge and my hands, hands failed to wipe
the life I choose laughed at me.....

On another`s lap he got the care and love
lust is nowhere to see
and the pleasure is at bay
two souls lost the love in the past united to care
searching him in blaming the fate
I am a working woman
a single chain adoring my neck
walking alive on the road
I am a working woman.....