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!