Rinku

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She is a maid,

Thirty to thirty-five

years of age.

 

Three of her children,

She left in the village,

And the other two are here

with her, in the slum near.

 

They were starved,

She says

And had to get away.

 

From her village already

have come so many

to this suburb here,

In a slum near.

 

Her husband she says

works in a place

some distance away

and visits sometimes,

But mostly at night.

 

About a month back,

Forlorn and wane

in our service lane,

Looking half dead;

She wanted work,

As a maid.

 

Like shadows in lament,

Her voice is faint

And her name is Rinku;

But by god, can she argue!

 

Our driver, a pundit,

The first thing he did

was to find out her caste;

Which is the bit

that in this universe vast

matters to him first and last.

 

She is of low caste,

This he

with satisfaction informed.

But she is alright,

further he said;

As he is of a heart

of decency large.

 

Rinku’s baby daughter fell ill

a week back,

As when did

also our baby girl.

 

Both the babies recovered,

But yesterday, Rinku said

that returning home in evening,

she found her baby shivering

in vomit and urine.

 

Rinku is a maid,

Thirty to thirty-five

years of age.

 

Three of her children,

she left in the village,

And the other two are here

with her, in slum near.

 

 

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