She wipes the sweat from the brow,
her hands suffer everyday blow,
She smiles through pain,
and hopes to bargain
a life better for her children,
a pucca house,
a caring spouse.
Life can never be simple
when money as little
flows just as a trickle
slipping into crevices in mockery;
a debris of unending poverty
Tides of sorrow rise in count
sprinkling little joys, as pittance.
Seeking the shore, hopes surmount
only to break in an even dance
A happy home is all she wants,
but is far from what she gets
Mind and body sport several scars
given by the mister, a rouge above par
The house crumbles under,
when children too move afar
all the trouble now seem in vain
for alas! she lost the bargain.
her hands suffer everyday blow,
She smiles through pain,
and hopes to bargain
a life better for her children,
a pucca house,
a caring spouse.
Life can never be simple
when money as little
flows just as a trickle
slipping into crevices in mockery;
a debris of unending poverty
Tides of sorrow rise in count
sprinkling little joys, as pittance.
Seeking the shore, hopes surmount
only to break in an even dance
A happy home is all she wants,
but is far from what she gets
Mind and body sport several scars
given by the mister, a rouge above par
The house crumbles under,
when children too move afar
all the trouble now seem in vain
for alas! she lost the bargain.
Wonderful lines :)
ReplyDeletethanks, Divya :-)
DeleteI loved the second para especially! A life which does not have much hope, feel sorry for her plight.
ReplyDeleteI too feel for their tribe..its really sad..:-(
Deleteevery maid's story...
ReplyDeletetrue..Archana..how have you been? Landed on your blog to see that you've switched to wp. Will visit at leisure..:-)
DeleteYou write poetry too ? Well penned . :)
ReplyDeletethanks, Jayashree :-)
DeleteVery well expressed!
ReplyDeleteawww.....interesting....
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