My House Maid
Every morning and evening a young girl comes to our house
She always remains silent and dedicated to work
She is my house maid.
Her breathing always up and down
maybe because of exertion or of some hidden sorrow of heart eating her
She has a family, a huge one
sometimes a small girl comes with her,
she says that she is her sister
My mother often gives her food and tea
maybe she is hungry from a day or two
mother thinks
Although she has a mother who comes at her place a day or two
but she likes to come to my house or she likes to come out of her sorrow
She is thin because of starvation
My mother says that she is younger than me
But I always say that she is older
not because of her age but of her maturity
Well I do not have courage to feed 12 hungry people at slum
Thoe she is younger but than also she is older than me
Yes, she is my house maid.
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