The Housewife
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Anil Kumar Panda
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She walks on fire
At the break of the day
Her body is straight and tall
She glows in the morning ray
She smiles at the birds
Gives them nuts and rice
She lifts dusts from her broom
As she sweeps the floor twice
She walks in water
Her body drenched sweat
Her walk is majestic in work
Her swing is real earthly trait
She lives in dreams
Woven with love and care
She becomes an angel that
Lives In heaven in his loving stare
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