A Little Daughter, What Have I In Poor India? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A little daughter,
What have I given to her
In Poor India,
A girl child so much
Neglected and ignored,
half-clothed and half-fed,
Herself a small girl child
But taking the small brother
Into the lap of hers
She going her way,
Weeping the muddy floor
At morn and eve, .
Helping her mother
In cooking,
Washing utensils, ]taking food late
At midday,
The just left-overs in her fate,
A poor girl child
In Poor India
Born with a poor lot.