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

saddayfree verse

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