Early morning she wakes up
Still, it may be late to do things up
She makes tea, pours in a cup
For her lazy man to wake him up
He stays in bed, pretends as sick
Always find a reason not to work
Abstaining from job, he plays trick
All days go out but come back
She was a home maid goes daily
To two homes on the road nearby
One a teacher, stays alone simply
Other lady doctor receives humbly
Since both of them had so empathy
She worked hard, earned so happily
Her two girls in their teens lovely
The mother takes care too immensely
But at home, for all the works she did
Either the kids or father never mind
While trying at home to get all arranged
She feels like a helping hand in need
In the morning hours she feels truly sad
Man and the two girls are always on demand
Variety dishes and dresses they need
They never knew the struggles she had
One day evening while crossing a street
A vehicle touched her left, gently hit
She fell in shock, her foot side split
The man who drove helped her to sit
Blood was oozing in flow from the cut
Driver asked any clinic nearby to lift
She told about her doctor on the road next
He took her there and dressed the cut...
Doctor was sad to see her maid in pity
Medicines given to heal wound quickly
She told to take rest at home properly
Come to work only when feel healthy
The driver was very much sad and guilty
But the maid said she was too in a hurry
He was ready to help the poor lady
She never accepted his offer of money
The doctor took her home before night
Father with girls were anxious in front
Doctor told about the accident she met
Also advised taking care of her with rest
Gave a sum for the expenses to meet
Informed the teacher about the incident
She too helped the maid with a kind heart
With free money, man bought all to eat
But the poor maid, she knows the truth
She does not want to exploit the faith
Worked inside home, caring for her health
She wants to be back early in full strength
Believes in duty for children she gave birth
All the three in home as usual and smooth
She knows her mistresses, kind, will sooth
Limping slowly, she started out to the path.
Time may heal her wound, proper again
Is there a time she can take rest, if when...
- Author: G REMADEVI ( Offline)
- Published: November 1st, 2022 06:31
- Comment from author about the poem: just put words on the miseries of poor women go to work as housemaid out of poverty. In most of the cases they have to work hard and the family members do not understand their difficulties. Many of them shared their experience .. though the poem is fictional, it occupy the reality of their sufferings
- Category: Short story
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