With an envy ( hard to reduce) she looked at mums who rare,

but at least touched their kids with a smile or stroke hair.

She asked teacher once: “May I borrow a book somehow?”

A rhetorical question. Asked in vain in sum…

Field work urges, harvest demands extra hand,

year by year peasant is chained with a land.

At age of twelve she suppressed her calling for education

and submitted to mediocrity and self-degradation.