A Maid-Servant Poem by Pijush Biswas

Here a maid-servant tired of washing dishes
'Let me sleep now, let me go' oft she claims
As little earnings do not satisfy, highly she wishes
But whene'er she evades works, on her the house-mother blames.

Here a maid-servant often wanders from door to door
Searches for a new service for she needs money more
But she never realizes that she is quite lazy in inner-side
Who will make her understand that devotion is the way
of being highly paid?

Here a maid-servant dreams of a world where men don't eat
Often wants to go to that world where there are only the songs.
Where there is no cookings, no dishes, nor the duty to feed
Where she wants to fly like birds upon her wings.

Here a maid-servant tired of washing dishes
Breathes a long sigh reaching house by the bicycle she pushes
And murmers 'O god, why thou hast given me toil! 'to herself
Neither her husband nor children stretch hands to her to help.