A Woman - Yeng Chheangly

I saw her 

In a dirty face,

She carried,

Many bricks on her shoulder,

To a builder 

For a building construction

Modern and high.

With her ragged clothes 

Under the hot sun,

Her skin is burning,

And too skinny 

She goes up and comes down,

Her appearance burns her beauty,

Without rest.

She keeps working,

With her hard work,

She seems alone,

Where her husband is,

Just only her baby 

Crying for the breast milk.

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Yeng Chheangly (born 1988) Cambodia

Source: Cambodianess