Over-Night A Billionaire

On a scrubbed floor which like a mirror shone,

The stained utensils sparkled when she was done.

The clothes she washed appeared fresh and new,

 A Housemaids so efficient were only very few!

Her master was an old man, generous and good.

She cared for him like a mother hen, fed him his food,

She loved him as her own, though just a housemaid!

 She missed her parents, who were long since dead.

Then one sad day he called her to his bedside,

And weakly said “Ina, from you I mustn’t hide,

The fact that now I am dying of stomach cancer,

My life has ended- I think I will survive no longer.

But you have been more than my own daughter to me,

You massaged my pain away; you have given me to eat.

I leave my house in your name, and in the bank, crores,

It will wipe away all your sufferings and all your woes.

He took her hand and put it on his heaving chest,

With you beside me, I can take my required rest”.

Tears rolled down the young girl’s quivering cheek,

She was so dumbfounded that she could not speak.

The sudden turn of fate got her numb mind thinking---

What she would do with crores, she had no inkling,

She had seen the Rich enjoying bowls of ice cream,

She’d craved for it, but it had seemed a distant dream!

She had longed to dress up like other fortunate girls,

And go to the Beauty Parlor to tend to her soft curls,

She had visualized herself sitting in a sleek Rolls Royce,

Or dash off to enigmatic foreign countries of her choice.

But the thought unnerved her! So much money!

It was an unnecessary burden, and cause of worry.

She valued her peaceful and carefree life before.

She had enough! What she’d do with even more?

What would she do with a palatial mansion?

She just needed a room for all her possession.

In the house, she would float about like a ghost,

Without a body, which she dreaded the most!

How would she calculate the Crores in the bank?

She could not count to a hundred; her heart sank!

Her need was just a few beautiful dainty dresses;

Some shiny gaudy jewellery to decorate her tresses.

She was so comfortable in her one-room shanty,

Even with her meagre earnings, she had plenty!

She decided to give away the money to the Blind,

In their irrevocable darkness, some light they’d find!