Once again, the sky dons its iridescent vest,
Giving its cloudy cloak a little rest.
I too’ll forget my woes to cycle away,
Into the barny bylanes with stacks of hay,
to the big boughed banyan tree,
And wait there with my sangh, “Stree”,
For the orange bus that brings cheer.
For it brings Didi our teacher very dear.
Once again Didi inspires a path to tread,
To learn skills to save and earn my bread.
Didi tells us to come out of fear,
And with courage be in life very clear!
Once again I’ll walk with my head held high,
Those jeers and taunts silenced to a sigh,
I’ll not plead for money any more,
B’cause I’ve opened my organic store.
Once again step into my multicrop fields,
And smell flowers of the green crop yields.
On my smartphone hear the orders beep,
Of my buzzing business of farm and sheep!
Once again I’ll deck up to my hearts fill,
Saree of zari, bindi,mogra with laddus of til,
In the joyful dance of Bhogi around the fire,
I’ll burn up all ignominy, loss and ire!
Stree = lady Didi = elder sister Til = sesame Zari= Holden border
Bhogi= Festival of harvest, at the time of winter solstice
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