Bharat Ki Garib Bitia
She was born in a mud house
Where grew she up,
Lived with the cattle,
Hens, ducks, goats, sheep,
Slept she on the floor
Living half-fed, half-clothed
On stale food,
Unable to find food for two times
As for resouces and dry haystacks
To burn the earthen hearth,
Bharat Ki Garib Bitia
Working at home from morn to dusk,
Helping her mother,
Looking after her brothers and sisters,
Cleaning utensils
Withe the prior knowledge of it
That she is for the other man's house,
Her stay is not permanent
As she has to go away to one day.
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