Bound Wings Of Working Women

Holding the task to strive
And some faces to shut
Taking an independent drive
On the tour to save her hut,

Sun always sets
But the moon never
Like the society never accepts
The compromises she made ever,

Working hard, getting tired
No time for a nap as she was fired
Not from the job, she hasn't any
But from duty making a rupee from a penny,

Tides can't wipe her out
Nor the firestorm
And when there is a question about
Her prestige, she blooms!