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
Style / Type:
freeform
Language:
English
(1 vote)




hi
I just smiled reading your poem, reminded me of the contributions my domestic help has done when i was growing up,
KEEP WRITING
great !
great! the purpose of writing this poem is served,i did want at least someone to remember their maid. thanks