Around nine 'o' clock at night,
Travelling by car on a tar road.
Through a village, no lights aside,
And no signs of inhabitants around.
We saw a lady walking alone,
Aged Around 40 years.
Her head and arms in bulk load,
Made us think of inhabitants ahead.
But ten kilometers ahead to surprise,
No trace of any inhabitants!
My mother said, A lonely lady, dark night,
No lights, load on head and arms,
And ten kilometers to walk ahead.
O! My self you just comprehend.
How easy life you live!
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This is a great poem about the life of rural people.We, the city people start complaining at the slightest discomfort.We rarely think how there are millions for whom getting full meals daily is also a luxury.