Sita (For The Poor Domestic Help) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Sita,
What a lot has she got it
Sita
Who comes empty stomach
To work in the homes
Other than hers,
To sweep, clean utensils,
To fill buckets with water,
Keeping her son and daughter at home
Asking to drink tears,
Whatever left-overs of the night is
In the house,
The small daughter supporting the small son
And the small son the small daughter
As thus goes their time, their life
Writ in poverty, backwardness, underdevelopment,
Scaricty of food and resources,
Waiting for the return of the mother to come to
With food any
So happily to receive her
Holding the clothing!