Women Of My Village Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

As the sun drops down in the sky
They come out to sit on the stairs
And it is for them a daily affair
The village lasses young and fair

One by one they come and sit
One by one they undo their long hair
Thickly oiled, coiled, night dark, curly
Straight and sometimes need care

They gossip, tickle and delouse,
Argue, laugh aloud and compare
Till the evening star would come out
And they rush homes from the stairs