Maid Servant Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

She scarcely has any dreams,
She only seems,
Like a shadow,
Alive with sorrow.

Each day appears to be same,
Has nothing to claim,
Only companions of her,
Being the kitchen utensils all over.

Even if she is tortured,
She is not allowed,
To raise her voice,
Lives like a mute doll, she has no choice.

When the children,
Leave for school then,
She thinks about going occasionally,
But fate has chained her desires eternally.

Out of so-called kindness she is given!
The waste and stale food now and then,
Which devours she like a famished lioness,
To live on, to exist in the cruel race!