The sun, the master of the sky,

Spread his reign in the sky so high,

Threw his scorching weapon at all,

On each and everyone the rays did fall.

Some were cooped up in homes, so cool,

Some in the head did drool,

But few were getting energies and life sucked,

As with great effort the rays they ducked.

With her hands, the beads of sweat she wiped,

Another hand on her head, the bricks to hold at place,

Covered with sweat, she had become all wet,

But she had to continue, some bricks to get.

Her steps faltered, her head dizzy,

Her skin burning and her vision fuzzy,

The bricks went flying,

She fell to the ground sighing.

Minutes not passed, did she sit,

The merciless sun, given her a fit,

He shouted, “do your work,

You are not paid to laze and lurk”.

Gathering her strength, she somehow stood,

Put a cloth on her head, made it her hood,

With bricks she took a step after one,

She would sit after it was all done.

One round, and then two,

Then so many other, not few,

Her weak steps, the ground did tread,

Just another brick, and the wall was done.

With every step on the heated ground,

She weakened and frowned,

Just another brick, then she would be in luck,

Will go home with smile on face, in purse few bucks.

With the thought in her mind,

Consolation did she find,

Hours after hours, she walked and worked,

Until the sun had gone, evening had lurked.

Time was over, work done,

Now with some money,

She could now eat a bun,

Treat her child to a roti and honey.

Wit a brick after the other, a wall made,

Bricks which with her hands had she laid.

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