Dalit Literature, When I See Her Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I find it
She has nothing to eat in her house,
Food lie sit stocked,
Water too is brought from other man's house,
The pond to clean dishes,
The date-leaf made mat as for to sleep,
She burns it the hearth with the twigs collected
And with the dry haystacks,
Bushes and shrubs cut and dried,
Earthen pots are there to use in,
Living on left-overs and rice gruel,
Stale food
Without any lamp to light her dark corner
A Dalit woman,
A poor Dalit woman struggling to survive
Under adverse circumstances,
Trying to eke out a living
After doing hard work,
Rearing ducks and hens and goats,
Working as a domestic help
And in fields.