Treasure Island

RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

(7TH OCTOBER 1951 / Trissur, Kerala State, India.)

MAID SERVANT.


She was of unknown age,
But over middle age,
She came swept the foor,
Swapped with we cloth,
Cleared the trash away,
Washed the plates, utensils,
Always bent over
With the long time
Of working un a bent fashion,
With no breakfast,
Eating with whatever
Given to her by the people
Who made her work,
She toiled all day,
Ate little, returning to her
Leaking abode in the rains,
With memories of her
Dead husband, and the son
Who had to work for a living,
And earned barely
To lead a married life,
Together they lived alife
Of dreams of riches in future
Like the way thier kind did.

Ravikiran Arakkal

Submitted: Friday, December 21, 2007
Edited: Monday, May 02, 2011

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