Dame1 min 12.1K 1 min 12.1K
She is punctual on a spell,
Her hair tied neat with a garland of Lily and some jewels.
Tucked with a well-pleated saree,
She enters my home my territory.
Though beaten by her alcoholic comrade,
Morning she wears a huge explicit face.
Does all her chores without fail,
Like a family member, she cares and reciprocates.
When she falls ill or sick,
There comes an earthquake shaking the brick of my home.
For the entire world, she may be a Maid.
But for me, she survives extraordinaire mate.