The Poor Daughter Of India (Ii) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The poor daughter of India, think I, about
My own daughter,
The poor daughter of India
Lying neglected and ignored
In village homes,
Eating the left-overs
Of her father’s plates
And of her brother’s,
Taking for
What it is in her lot
As the left-overs,
The poor daughter,
The poor daughter of India,
But the daughter of maya,
Abandon her not please
As her eyes splash they
And wipes she out in hiding
The teardrops falling,
The eye-lashes smeared with,
The poor daughter of India,
The poor and affectionate daughter of India.