“Strawberry strawberry..”
She calls out in rhe valley
Making it as much lively as lovely
Dextrous fingers nimbly picking
Berries and arraying in bowls with lining
Making them look like bouquets of flowers
Inviting ardent berry lovers
Glowing sun growing to scorching height
Brewing her sweat drops under her hat
Revellers pass by without a glance
Still a few do give her a chance
Picking twice at vehement bargain
Saving a few bucks barring her gain
Baskets of untouched berries remain
Dusk is left with some dîmes for grains
Drops of sweats are washed by tears
As she’s back to the terrain of dears
A grand kid sulks seeing no candies
Daughter in law’s stony face turns demanding
Cojoling son patting her hand tiny
Sets her day along similar such many
Dawn comes again calling her dearly
And she starts again “berry berry” loudly…