Dressed in green six meter drape , she passed over the paddock of hay.Morning glory glint on her faceas her eyes dazzled with love for her mate.She held the neem stick in one hand ,as she chew it's end and spit it in clag.Her other hand held her drape ,as it slipped like her faith.Life had been bitter like neem ,as her mate has asked her to wait in extreme. As years have passed of ,she hasn't seen him.Every early morn she walked for miles ,her eyes glittering for a sight of her life .Her skin sparkled with the rays of hope