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