when the sun rises
and the rooster shouts
they will awaken out of their slumber
following their daily routes
when the sun stand high above
they are working for their families
with nothing but love
when the sun sets and the dark creeps in
they will not yet go to sleep
tired as one may be
they still do the chores one might not see
once in awhile
their peaceful circle of life gets broken
they do not cry and dwell
they see it as a token
kind, loving, hard working
they are the people of Bhalamchour