In Indian villages widows have to suffer,
Eat discord,disharmony,contempt and sorrows,
Conservative society to the core,hardships ever,
Sun never sets,having not seen their daily woes.
God sent Elijah when river Cherith dried up,
To go to a widow of Zarephatho,for daily bread;
Acute poverty she suffered,her sorrows mounted up,
With her son,she was ready to die for want of food.
The widow had only little flour,and much less oil,
Elijah asked her to make bread for him first,
She obeyed God,happily did without much toil,
Oh!To her surprise flour and oil never did exhaust.
Three years of famine and drought came to an end,
When Elijah prayed for rain,atonce God did send.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.