Only her head sunk in the ground,
Her belly slims with arms and chairs-
She girdles her gown held
Before her ankle
With her legs invicible sunk in the sky.
Is it an injustice that her leaves
Will never get to her feet ?
To her destination, she feels
And seems at one place,
But with the route stretched
Passed over the house, in her head, in her dreams
While she thinks; over the fence
She has a twin, won't speak
But does the same as she does,
Give and gives what she has.
Is it true they grow and she never
'Mother do thou hear ?' And she
replies and assures her seeds,'Even though thou falls