She breaking stones
On the way of Allahabad
Under heat and sun,
The stone-breaker woman
With the hammer
Working under the strong sun
Without any respite
Or relief
Thirsty and hungry
The poor lady,
How to compliment you, Nirala
For this beautiful poem?
She too is a man,
A man but woman,
But she working
For the belly,
To satisfy hunger
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