She worked her life away in the day
The sun had no mercy it seared her skin
It sent sweat on a merciless errand
The pipes of water broke their boundaries
Starting right from her pitch black hair
Running down her ebony skin
A fake tear it created under her eyes
The old man calls it tears of life
Around her earlobes it created a course
Paving a way down her jawline bone
And landing upon her pointed chin
The long journey of the loving sweats
Found their way unto her spine
Snaking down onto her slender waist
In no time her clothes flood wet
Drenched in the merciless sweat of life
Few coins in her expectant pocket bank
Blind her thoughts on her soaking  body
And flashing thoughts of her child at home
Make an even joyous perambulation