“Seema ” called my maid,yelling at her daughter ;
Skinny,dark and mute,running she came to her mother.
Barley thirteen,humble and sibmissive,silently she stood ;
Scremed my maid and violently struck her good.
The poor wretched girl,quietly weeping,
Sat down Washing dishes ;
Bearing the burn of the soap on her hand having stitches.
“Bhaiyaji”,said I pitying the girl,”She’s hurt don’t you see?
Why don’t you let her play,laugh and study?
Just because she’s a girl,do you consider her second rate?”
“Oh!”She’s fine,bhaiyaji,”said she,It’s all written in the fate.”
“Her father was drunk yesterday “spoke she while sweeping,
“He hit her hard when he came and saw her sleeping.
Bhaiyaji,she must learn all the chores ;he’s worried,
After all,next month Seema’s getting married”.
