How beautiful she looked,
With her forehead full of sweat,
Falling down on her expressive face,
Clad in a bright multicolored sari with lace.

She was making popcorn on the busy road ,
Unaware of her sharp features,
And lovely eyes stood unruffled by stormy winds.
Concentrating deeply on her work.

A child innocently gave her 1 rupee note
Handed her a huge pot,
to fill it up to the edge he desired .

She smiled and gave him handful.
"Things are expensive my child
You must bring more money to fill this."
She said, in the manner which was mild.

The child cried as he was poor and orphan,
Nobody gave him money.
She took pity on the child, gave him
Popcorn which she saved for herself,
And her little kid who was in the slum Where she lived.

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