Dear Oriole Poem by Lity Munshi

Dear oriole, another loss added
To the day, over flowing day, asking
For holidays, million of losses
I said, that's fine
Love for man, ends after first night
Love stays behind maid, preparing food
Ready at service always
Taking care expensive furniture
Feeling proud cleaning underwear of man
Dear oriole,
She oriole, it's she
Who refuses to be maid, but a woman
Gets king size bed, lives like queen
Always wanted by power of man
Dear oriole, you know she
She won't be maid but herself