Buddie Tripod

In the heart of the countryside, there’s a name so dear,
Koteshwaramma, a woman strong, devoid of fear.
She treads the fields with grace and might,
Her hands soiled with Earth, a wondrous sight.
With every dawn, she’s up and ready,
Planting seeds and plowing steady.
The sun may scorch, the rain may pour,
But Koteshwaramma works, her spirit pure.
Her weathered hands, a testament of toil,
In the fertile soil, she tends to the soil.
Crops sway in the breeze, her nurtured dream,
In the fields of life, she reigns as queen.
A rural gem, a beacon of might,
Koteshwaramma, in nature’s light.
In the heart of the countryside, she stands tall,
A symbol of strength, inspiring one and all.