An old lady with a worn out saree
Feels not so free
Wearing all torn and tattered
And never ever battered
Continues to draw her dreams
With her song' s screams
She sits with support on mud plastered wall
Her shriek is all over spread tall
Her hut is near the sea
But the blue sea does not fill glee
And the waves bring no smile on her face
She looks at the sky searching for heaven with grace
On the sand she searches the earth
And the lost happiness and mirth
Sun, moon and stars give  her company
A monkey sits with her on her agony
She has frustration all the year
Her long sigh never ends and is dear