Bhagjogini Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Bhagjogini, a countryside girl, simple and innocent,
Innocent and ignorant,
She arises in the morning,
Sweeps the floor,
Goes to the river to fill the earthen pitcher with water.

A small girl, in a simple and ordinary frock,
See I her standing her,
Ever ready to serve the guest
With a very fine mind
And that too without any guile in her heart.

She herself a small girl,
But she carrying her only smaller brother
In her lap,
Helping her mother in every possible way
And she knows it that she is a girl.

A poor daughter of the soil, of her father,
She will go away to another house
By being a bride,
So she lingers more
Just as maya.

Bhagjogini, Glow Worm, is she by name
And in reality is she the glimmer of the house,
Carrying it forward through her smile,
Her burning of the earthen lamp at eve
And bowing before God internally.

Uncombed and a little bit clumsy,
Without the hair oil,
She a country girl goes to school
With the small mat piece and the copy-book
In her hands.

A country girl never seen before
With so much of innocence and ignorance
And simplicity of heart
That she is ever ready to follow you,
Serve and nurse you as for hospitality sake.