He’s paid but
she isn’t. At least, not
as much as she deserves.
“Work harder,” she’s told,
“And you will get a raise.”
And so she does. Because she has to.
She justifies leaving her little
Bundle of joy
Under the thatched roof
In the monsoon.
“I am working for her,” she tells
Because how can she let
The baby’s life mirror her own?
She swallows her hurt
And her pain
And her hopelessness.
She watches him--
The murderer (as she likes to say it),
The one who she gave her heart
And her body to,
only to throw her away
Like a piece of rotten food.
She watches him work
And get paid a treasury
of 10 rupees for a whole day.
While she works
From dark to dark
And then struggle
With 2 rupees.
“One rupee for you and
One for your daughter,
Be grateful!” she is told.
And so the future is bleak.
But she will go hungry
For another night,
if it means that Asha, one day,
Gets to spend another day at school.
By- Jeanine Motha
(Dreams of a poor young girl)
I watch them spinning round their daily lives
Juggling their hopes and plans made with care
Too intent on achieving success and recognition
And turn into reality, that castle built in the air
I could just watch and hope – but to them I am not there
Family lives with spouse, children and loved ones
Enjoying the good life of food and warm homes
Shopping sprees of indulgence until exhausted
But not too exhausted to return for an encore
I long to be included just fleetingly – but to them I am not there
Beauty parlours bursting at the seams
With the privileged demanding perfection
Cosmetics costing what my family could live on for a week
Or cure some dreaded illness not of my direction
I would love to be pampered if only once – but to them I am not there
Gambling houses heaving with the rich and their riches
Taking chances that most wouldn’t dare
If they win it will only continue
And if they lose, they still wouldn’t care
It could only be win if shared with me – but to them I am not there
So just for a second turn your head my way
You may be surprised at what you see
I did not choose to be a blur on the backdrop of life’s stage
But with your help I could change my destiny
Because though you may not be aware of me – I am very much there
Written by HERMION T’RAYAN