She wakes when sun is asleep, When She starts her day before herders her sheep. She is the one who crave for my smile, While keeping thousands of shits pile. After drinking all the poison of life, She teaches me about life. May be she herself is feeling low, Then too she teaches me about the colours of rainbow. In her soft hand a bleeding heart she bore, And round her lay of broken millions more. She is so much down to earth, That I really adore how she creates her own worth.