Another Maid

(written with the tears of maid by the way they were treated by the master of the house in the absent of his wife related to all the societies in this world)

 She went to market in the crack of dawn

Bought the bunch of sag and other too

She picked up the sugarcane and counted the money

Thinking it as expensive she left just asking the cost

Continued the steps imagining the crunch

When we place betwixt our teeth

After completing the shopping of in list

She came back carrying the bag full of fresh vegetables

In the house masters were still in the middle of their dream

Without disturbing them, with extra cares she continued with her works

Begun to clean all rooms and washed her face

Then went to kitchen "the place where she was destined"

Washed all the plates and mugs

Made a fire in oven and started cooking the meal one

All done and ready to serve for the masters

By clock it was eight and half of the ante meridiem

The master woke up and followed by all members

Washing their faces then came for the meal one

Taking their share and left the plates and mugs on the floor

Maid! Busy collecting all the stuffs          

Then in the corner of the kitchen took her share

Without taking any rest in peace

She started cleaning the rooms and stuffs
mopped the rooms with water

Then started preparing for the meal two

By completing all works before time

She has more hours to wait for the masters

Took her diary from the pillow

And started scribbling on her notes with black pen

“I was borne from poor family

That was my good luck and best destiny I got

I had been free in the house of poor

With the freedom to do what I like

Now am placed in rich house

No freedom to use my wits

No right to talk my matter of human being

Placing in rich house was my ever bad luck

I missed my poor house of much freedom”

Rolling the tears closed her book and lunch time was ready

Took their share and found the curry was cold

And got the scolding on her misfortune

No voice to represent her own voice just a tear rolling from poor girl

She had done with the second meal

Left the last meal to prepare ere the eyes close to peace world

And she went to bath room

Where she saw bucket full of clothes to be washed

Made busy herself in washing the masters’ clothes

Washed with singing the song from her heart

“If the world belongs to me

I will leave all girls free

If the day belongs to me

I will pray for god to leave all human free”

Then started cooking with the last meal of a day

With chopping the vegetables

And cutting the meat with big knife

Taking a pain of cutting it into pieces

After the great effort she has done with cutting

And prepared the last meal like earlier

Eagerly waiting for the masters to come

Felt slept on the sofa she seated

Ringing of the bell awakes her

With the great normality she could

She went to open the door

Master coming in drunken mood

His wife was left in friend’s house

Served the dinner without fail and water too

She made the bed for master

And went to her bed after a long hours in kitchen

Knocking the door of her room! It was 12 noon

Went to open the door with high heart beats

It was master “I want to sleep with you” (whisper)

Voice from the lips of master

She can’t do anything

Just entertained inside her room

If she couldn't let him to enter her room

Surely he will beat and create the violence

She could not think the way her master acted

Slept the night together under a same blanket

Share the blood of maid with master

Created the sound of losing the virgin

Forcefully thunderbolt won the security of her privacy

That was the day she lose virginity with her master

Whom she thought he was her dad

Now no more treasure inside her heart

The day became worst when her belly filled with another belly

Masters’ wife came to knew her condition

Unluckily she got the catalyst betwixt the peaceful couple

Firstly wife brought the quarrel with her husband

The words were all that demand the room to be toilet

Maid with fears and can’t do anything

Then wife picked the topic with her

“You shameful prostitute

I don’t need your help now

I will do all works inside my house

Now you can leave this house”

These were the words from the masters’ wife

Without any second thoughts

She left the house and went to her poor house

Waiting for the nine months to the son of master to come

Born to bear the pain of poor with her

“Another maid” bearing the sound of small child

Child borne to bear the problem of poor

Censes first with her child without the name of father

Schooling the second without the censes

Problem with maid with master and a problem of “another maid”