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Maid

She's the age of sixty and She work's in a Bungalow,the people who's rich she has to clean the house twice a day with her wrinkled fingers and bonelss body She has to clean the vessels thrice a day with standing for an hour and sleepless She works like a labour in a Bungalow through out all day in a Dark world A child in a Bungalow order the Maid to buy him a chip from a store which is two miles away She eats after the persons ina Bungalow eat Sweat in her eyes.Though she works more She works all for a money,money,money Money drenches in her sweat It became wasteful and unworthy sweat in her eyes.All she weeps for a money But she's orphan. U.s.AurroBIndhan

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 6/25/2012 7:25:00 AM
poignant write...very true in these times...Joseph
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