Maid Poem by Sugra malik

She left her children and her home
Her heart aching she was lonesome
She had a life of misery
And suffering was her story
She had to work to provide things
Hoping for whatever God brings
Dusting, brooming, sweeping, washing
Vacuuming, cleaning, ironing
Doing lots more daily duties
She questioned her abilities
Treated as a dog or a slave
Humiliated but still so brave
Far away in a foreign land
It is hard, would you understand?