My Neighbour

The neighbour next door
sits all time outside
weaving baskets from morn to-night
with her three dogs
Brownie, Blacky, and Whitie
keeping guard barking
when any stranger passes
otherwise docile and obeying her commands.

Her day starts at seven in the morning
She beats the oppressing heat
with a pedestal fan
sitting on a rickety stool
she goes on her weave
wearing gloves in her hand
and working deftly and fast
making the bottom part of the basket.

Never seen such a hard worker in life
duty bound and at the same time
attending to house hold chores
Seen not her grumble or get angry
with a pleasing smile reformed
her husband who had gone astray
educated her sons with her little income
and bought a decent house from her savings.

Past sixy she is seen working
from morn till night
Wondering will not her hands ache?
Will not her neck gets strained?
But she goes on for ever
like the beautiful river singing
that you may go and come
but I go on forever.