290. The Woman With Rare Virtues Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

Yesterday on Tollygung platform
I saw a woman of forty years
Gasping with a huge load
On her head.

It was the hottest day of this year.
Yet to catch the train
She reached there in a hurry
With almost half covered face.

She was a slim tall woman.
Her face reflected
Once she was a beautiful girl
With rare virtues.

It was clear she was not a modeller,
Not an actress, even not a prostitute.
She was a sells woman
Of a company.

Perhaps she sells garments
By hawking
And earns her livelihood
In an honest way.

Who can watch her inner beauty?
Who can read her charming face?
Perhaps nobody can do
Or an artist can read her easily.

So humble by manner,
So simple in living,
So gorgeous in earning livelihood,
So pure hearted lady she is.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@April10,2016.