The Unsung Hero – A Tribute to Womanhood

Her surge is a struggle that is incessant
Like some usung hero, a sergent
Bound, taken down yet so fervent

To her the art of nurturing is known
From her hand the seed of life is sown
Each day, till dusk, since dawn

The.essence of society, the key, the shield
Without her, there would be no fruit, no yield
Wash, clean, cook and pick from the field

Storms haunt, hails frighten or shines the sun
Seven days a week, she remains on the run
With panels to knit, with woods to burn

Shackled to customs, thrown into a cage
Oppressed by law, her sentiments seldom enrage
It is from her crib that begins the life’s voyage

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