Born in Pune, Maharashtra.Poet, teacher, journalist,

composerWrote poems about the

problems of Indian Women.

She has travelled a long road; but her little feetare not yet fatigued.Catastrophes to herare still like the evil spiritsin children’s storieswhom she fights with bladesof grass; wipes the sweatfrom her brow; hits hard;sometimes wins, sometimes loses,her sword broken.

Difficult questionsshe has simplified for herself;fitted the tangleinto a simple frame;on her faceshe has made distaste smile,like moonlight that makes everything smooth.But sometimes totally in despair,a flower crumpled in a fist, sherises again, smiles, or sings to herself,though hers is not a musical voice.

I saw her the other dayafter a long time;she talkedwith her usual, irrepressible intensity;but I, for the first time,noted the hair fast becoming white,noted, for the first time, and with a pang,the hollowness of the frothrising above the stream of her life.

Women have greater importance in our societyPoet describes a woman who engages in

household activitiesShe never concerns about the timeOne day she realizes the fact that she is

getting old

Yet she’s still a little girl at heart…

Catastrophes- sudden happening causing great suffering

Tangle- confused mass

Crumpled- press or crush into fold

Froth- creamy mass of small bubbles

Hollowness- empty

Pang- pain

Girl at play

Hard working

Distaste smile like moonlight

A flower crumpled in a fist