gurinder-pal-kaur-pannu

There sat she
Under the canopy
Of bright sunlight
Breaking stones
Ceaselessly
The lord of the skies
At its ruthless best
Scorching vegetation
Desiccating the living
Shriveling all in sight
 But her.
She selected
and picked
placing it on a larger one
Her hammered hand moved
Quelling obstinate protests
Smashing&nbsp;&nbsp;to bits those
that rolled off the pile.
Perseverance
Till the last one 
meets its fate.
As the day progressed
What burnt harder?
The sun
her body,
her hunger fires!