Postwoman. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The postwoman in village post office
In scorching sun she walks with posts
Opened umbrella and speedy steps
with sweat in her face and blackened it is
The hot summer is such extreme hot to suffer.

Never she complaints about her job
She is always welcomed for her arrival
She is a pleasant human being and smiles
Her appearance makes so happiness to us.

The postwoman after such a long walk of life
One day she has to say farewell from her job
The day of retirement from her job
The most frightened event she expects, she says
Since walking and making such beautiful relations
The homes and people she enjoys much.

The messenger of ideas in letters she carry
The message of peace and good wishes she gives
The message of love she exchanges in letters
The money orders of pension payments she carries
The happy journeys and amusing talks she likes.

But we knows the sufferings of the poor woman
After a days long distance walks she returns
And still she has to work and attend home duties
To her children, and dear husband and parents
But still she continues her journey with posts.