POEM BY E.V.DIVAKARA SASTRY
You and me* You and me row this boat called life Yet I have to row more than you do I start to row long before you take the oars and continue to row long after you are down. Between morning and evening I feed you, make you feel happy and take care that you always are. Yet, I am not your equal I should never dream to be the mate of this boat I row all along Why? When you are sick, I am always at your service, making you recover faster than you think Yet, when I am down you forget I even exit and curse for my illness I dream not be your equal Is it crime to dream a decent life Why all this tell my man Because I am born woman? *Alemayan Year Book 2005