"RUKSANA"

some feelings are quite exceptional and special that they cannot be defined in words and are hard to express...
i have written this poem for my maid, in the hope that some day i will recite it for her...

नन्ही परी ९ वर्ष की
छोटे हाथ लगाती पोचा
कभी थोड़ा थोड़ा मुस्कुराती
जो कहो वो कर जाती
कम करती ही ३ बजे तक
फ़िर अपने स्कूल जाती
कृष्णा और आनंदी है उसे पसंद
खुश होती है देखकर उनके रंग
उसकी है एक सहेली
जिसके साथ हमेशा खेली
एक दिन में इतना काम
भगवान इसे भी दो आराम
नन्ही परी नाम है रुकसाना
खुशियां इसपर खूब बरसना
न आने देना इसपर कोई आंच
सबके दिलो पर करती रहे राज

when I came to know that our new maid is a 9 years old girl Iwas too disheartened and kept on thinking for long about what can i do for her. I asked her about her studies and all, then i was told that she goes to school for Urdu at 3 pm as she's a Muslim. I also thought that I should not keep her and her sister as maid but then if she will not work at our home, then at somebody Else's home(as she has no father and all her sisters and her mother do this job). Here I can take care of her and if possible could do something for her. she has been working for quite a long time and I can at least assure myself that she's not sad or mistreated by anybody and I hope that she's happy here..

Comments

abhi said…
Hmmmmm
got impressed!!! bcoz there are very few people who care for others and you are one of them.

gud composition!!!
December 3, 2008 at 8:45 PM
veena said…
i came ur home last to last saturday then i saw that small girl..i realized the same thing(we should not made her to work)but she also has no other option..good to see ur approach.i liked ur poem..
December 4, 2008 at 8:07 PM
Maverick said…
good thoughts..and nicely presented in poem :)
December 7, 2008 at 1:02 AM
Day Dreamer said…
Hey even I think that its really sad and unexpected that such little kids have to work but as you said if we think practically it is some what better than letting them starve or being treated badly by others.
Till the time we can't provide a better solution and their current work is not exploiting them I think we have to somehow accept it.

Really a nice poem and I am sure one day she will read it herself.
December 23, 2008 at 1:02 AM
shruti said…
heyyy!
this weekend i m taking a chocolate for her when i go back to home. it has been three weekends that i thought of taking a chocolate for her, but finally this week... :)
February 25, 2009 at 1:43 AM
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