A space for me to lie down
You and I know
You are the only oneI have in this world
You and I know
I have no father, no mother,
No brother, no sister,
No relative, no friend
Other than you
You know that for sure
That makes certain
You have a servant
Rather a slave lifelong
You say you are the one
Who brought me up since the day
I was found as an orphan
I yearn to thank you for that,
But strive in vain
When it occurs to me
If I died as an orphan
It would have been better
A thousand times
Thanliving as a slave
Or your domestic aide,
As you want others to know me decently
Who has no freedom
No place to rest for a while
After toiling endlessly day and night, even
Sometimes, after parties which
You and your
Well-mannered offsprings throw lavishly
For their posh friends or relatives
That run late into the night
I have few hours of sleep, though
I see you pray to the God and thank him,
When you take me to the church
Every Sunday, without fail
Madam, do you thank him for
Giving you a lifelong slave too
In this day and age
Slavery is banned though
When I accompany you to the church
I do prayers too
Not for anything,
But for a space
For me to lie down
And restfor a while in peace
After my lunch, at least, only time I have no work
As you too rest on your wide bedcomfortably
And a little better life than this
Which was never answered though
I guess, the powerless servant woman’s prayers
Are eclipsed by that of her powerful mistress
Words: N.A.A.P.K. Nedurana
