Our House-Maid's Daughter Poem by Sathya Narayana
Our House-Maid's Daughter
OUR HOUSE MAID'S DAUGHTER
I looked one more time at the scar
on her pretty forehead.
Our house-maid's sweet little daughter.
She is just four years old.
Endured many scares and black scars
along with mother, so bold
facing tantrums of sot-father.
She is just four years old.
Today came she with news to share.
With puerile fervor told
"Becomes bride my father's sister! "
She is just four years old.
"He is as strong as a wild boar
good groom; not a drunkard."
Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars.
She is just four years old.
oh my god! ! .................this makes my heart wrench..............we should hand over these people to the police...........well narrated.......iam troubled now........((
a typical story of the under previladged people......
What a pathetic and lunatic characterisitics.............an equally beast.Nice writes matchaa!
OMG...DOES DAT HAPPEN? ? HAD HEARD GALS BEING MARRIED OFF AT 11...BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH...
sad story, , , it squeeze my heart....make me frown.... deprived of her happy childhood.....so touching...reality hurts.... very wisely described and wonderfully written....
true and unfortunate to note the pathetic condition. well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2025 2:53:36 AM # 1.0.0
unthinkably pathetic. pthos brought out well. shan