Poem 246 - Battle Against Poverty

Thunder claps, but she keeps on walking

Her basket of mangoes empty now, for hay she starts hunting

Rain drops fall, she quickly covers the hay

A rumble now and then, from the clouds that are grey 

Until she empties her basket of mangoes, she won't go home she swore

About herself she cares less, about her family more

She had taken the hay, to feed her cattle

With poverty, she was having a battle

Little money she got, she spent on her grandson

Whose parents had died, when he was just one

And so she trudges on, not caring a bit about the rain

But little did people know, her story filed with pain

~Gaurang Rao

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