Conscientious Survival

Eager eyes on target point focussed
Holding heavy staff with both hands cursed
Four pitchers laden on her head small
Neck strained day after day with this haul
Destiny turned blind eye to her age
The little soul defies her childhood wrecked
Delicate steps firm mindfully grope
Balanced ‘tween life and death on tightrope
Fatal it’d be if toe falters hold
Survival swings on pendulum’s fold
Let’s see the mindset of this brave girl
Doubtless she’s proud of her endeavours
As she marches forward with each step
She seems to say loudly with her acts
Hold on, I come here to challenge life
Like a lioness I win over strife
I know I am missing my childhood
But to own, I’m proud to contribute
An asset I am to my parents
Whom I repay with love complacent
Life is an endless ordeal throughout
I’ve learnt this early, no doubt