The tears of a women eye,Like tears of a lizard's eye, The tears for whom no one cares,Unnoticed were her feet always bare, Silently moving here and there,Never complaining for having no care, With patience she bears all pain,Watching all her efforts going in a vain, Never is she loosing hope,Not a single barrier stopping her to cope, The world full of monsters ready to attack,Maintaining her position prepared for a setback, The community of ours like a knife,But she's a bee working in her hive, Her walk is slow and creepy,With her eyes wet and weepy,                 BUTHer determination is high,Never falling apart even for a single tie, The power and brutality of men can rule the world,But she's firm ready to resolve all the curls.