my maid

Ramanna, Ramanna...kept saying the maid

in the flat above mine

I was quizzed...

busy was she teaching the first lessons to the kid

making him aware of the sound of his own name

it brought a smile to my lips

 

 

 suddenly remembered I

the role played by my maid

I never had realised!

chiding myself myself for taking all the credit

I searched for her  ------

but in vain

gone was she in the darkness of the past

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freeform
Language: 
English
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hi

I just smiled reading your poem, reminded me of the contributions my domestic help has done when i was growing up,

KEEP WRITING

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great !

great! the purpose  of writing this poem is served,i did want at least someone to remember their maid. thanks

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