A Thirsty Woman

 A Thirsty Woman

Dilip Bera

Her little small barefoot rapidly steps 

On the black road. 

Nearly she dried like the firewood this day, 

She didn’t know how much ache has scratched 

Her breasts and gray heart. 

And she even forgets when it will vanish. 

The breath of weary heart slowly increased,

Her face be burned in the rays of the red sun, 

And the burning wind of summer has forced 

Her to repose beside the road. 

She hides her face in the bundle of wood.

Her tattered dirty sari blows the cold air inside. 

Drop of sweat has frozen on her face,

After a while, her quivering eyelid called me,

And she offered her fondness for one glass of water.