"Mother says"

Well!..this little girl came to me...twice or thrice to study during her summer holidays...I was looking forward to teach her..a week later she came upto me to tell me that she had to work...could not study...mother was not allowing, said she..

 "They study, not I

They watch cinema, not I,

They go to big shops, not I

They sit in big cars,  not I

They laugh a lot, not I

They smile a lot, not I

Teacher beat me

Everyone scold me;

Father abuse me;

Mother scare me

They say they got no money;

They fight.

They say I go to work

They take all the money I earn.

They give me not-

Sweets, clothes, food I like.

I do what they like.

They say I must marry.

Marry I must.

In borrowed clothes

And hollowness I don't know.

But I must be happy also.

I know not what happiness is about.

Diseases hurt me

Medicines- expensive.

There is a shiny box called TV

Where my troubles dissolve

Woaow! they show nice things-they have;

Pretty, pretty, pretty- I wish I had.

But we live low, we are very low.

They are supreme.

They move in big cars and apply nightly creams.

We work for them-they are our Gods.

Mother says I am a girl but I know not my faults".