Selflessness Poem by Htetmyet Ne' Ye'

Perspiration forms like glistening snow and hail,
Except there is no snow and there is no rain.
The electric iron, steaming, exhales,
A metallic monster, amidst the heat of the day.
And she works, and she works.

Oil crackles and explodes, every drop scorched,
In the frying pan, it vigorously vortexed,
And into the floor, the heat dissolved.
Amidst the blazon, she was relaxed.
And she works, and she works.

Soap fell laggardly from the dishes, in bubbles,
What once was tarnished is now gleaming,
The sponge circled gleefully, promenading in revels,
The water cascades whilst the heat was leaving.
And she works, and she works.

Morning arrives with the sun, diligently,
While we lay asleep in dreams and in nightmares.
Handbag in hand and smiling, she leaves elegantly,
Where we can only stand amazed at her buoyant flair.
And she works, and she works.