In the street by the side of my room
Used to see an old woman, no dream
Withered by age with wrinkled face
But with undaunted courage to face
Vagaries of life in spite of old age
A woman of virtues, I guess, in young stage
Bent like the third English letter 'C'
No emotion in her face we can see
Balancing the fragile body with a stick
Along the path she moves inch by inch
Due to arthrosed bones of hip
Almost nearing the end of life trip
A pitiable and painful sight to see
But she appears very much carefree
One day my son here on summer vacation
Happened to see her struggle for locomotion
Moved by the woman's handicap and sight
Rushed to tell me her miserable plight
Whenever I see that great soul again
Filled with sorrow in heart I feel pain,
Think of my young son's deep sympathy
And his tender heart towards humans in misery.
