A Poor Girl, Her Service Is Priceless Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
A Poor Girl, Her Service Is Priceless
A poor girl,
Her heart is big
Which but you do not know it,
A poor girl
Without taking food
She can make you feed.
Where will you her priceless service,
She knows what poverty is,
How the scarcity felt in life?
Without any complaint,
Grudge or grievance,
She keeps serving selflessly,
Without asking for too much,
A poor heart,
A poor soul she so good by nature.
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