She lives hidden, behind the alleys;
Underneath the shadows, of those daunting sky-scrappers…
She may be poor, and live in shambles, yet,
Its her holding, the reins of humanity that surrounds.
Without her, the place comes to a chilling stand-still,
With even the rich ones, having to bow-down to her mercy!
Groceries to fruits; to veggies, to meat and loafs,
Her little store is like a treasure-trove,
All, dependent on her, to get their daily supplies,
A single holiday by her, throws their lives in jeopardy instant!
The rich ain’t really that powerful, afterall,
For this power-woman is the one
Who holds the key to their survival!
Copyright 2015 © Nandini Deka