Written by: Neha Randive
Waking up at the dawn
She mowed the lawn
In the fields of corn
Clothes she worn were torn
She bore a baby unborn
The elderly did warn
But she did sworn
Putting behind all thorn
Though people looked at her in sworn
No day she would mourn
Going ahead each day strong
A lady of no wrong
To see His face she’d long
The child secretly prayed along!
