Poem by Preksha

Lament of a Poor Girl

My house is small

And the world's big,

I want to fly like a bird

And soar the blue sky.

 

I neither go to school

Nor do I study,

But I go to clean a place

Where my stern mistress stays.

 

My mistress has a daughter

And she lives like a princess.

She spends time window shopping

While I am home busy mopping.

 

She wears lovely dresses and gowns

Later which I get as hand-me-downs,

She goes everywhere in a car

But I ride bicycle with brakes ajar.

 

I too wish to go through such a stage

A life of riches, rubies and diamonds shining,

But no one's around in this rain

To hear a poor girl’s melancholic strain.

– PREKSHA  SHAH (X – D )

UDGAM SCHOOL FOR CHILDREN