I saw a sedulous women ,who is a slum dweller, Seldomly she smiles, She perch where two unsophisticated walls meet, With the dripping roofs & an impoverished family . Her skin looks fragile, With firmness twinkling in her eyes, Her lips are sewed together , With a thread of plights. Every 'citified eyes' sees her like a nasty ,foul -mouthed old evil bitch, For me she is a warrior, of her stinky land. Fighting her own battles , With a sword of unflagging enthusiasm in one hand, And a gun with bullets of sacrifice in another. By Niti~ This poem is dedicated to the lady who is a housemaid. she is very strong who works day and night for the survival of her family. She despite of being a housemaid do many different kinds of work to earn money. Her husband is a fruit seller and there are the time when he is left with no job every year , but this lady never gave up and doesn't loose hope . Despite from suffering she never asked for help. She never cursed her situations but she accepted and work hard to change it. Though she smiles