She bears her responsibilities,
like a batch of honour,
courageous and infallible,
a hero to all who know her.
In ashram, in sewa,
she toils the entire day.
as fatigue dawns upon her,
she sits down to pray.
Like a spoilt young girl,
she comes home late at night.
leaves by the morning,
giving all of us a fright.
A shepherd to our family,
a leader from the start,
her tiny little frame,
bears a mighty heart.
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