In afternoon when I returned
home from school
my mother was in fever
all evening and night
I took care of her
so that she gets alright.
In morning
I got up to get
ready for school
my mother was still ill
I wandered in home
to see what I could do
before going to school.
the breakfast
was to be made,
like yours mam,my home
as no maid.
my younger brother
was hungry .
my father was leaving
for work, in hurry.
I had to mop the floor
and do dishes
before I get my hair combed
and make plaits .
my little hands
couldn’t make plaits tidy
my ribbon too looked untidy.
In haste I couldn’t
polish my shoes.
like everything here too
I had little to choose.
My nails still contain
dough’s remains in its pores.
yes I did not wash my hands
properly before leaving home.
My shirt was not white,
neither starched in sunlight
it smells oil and sweat
because of
weary morning I had in kitchen.
I am not one of your
bright students.
I manage chores and come to school
this is all I have scored.
Mam, in your school
only those who come first
are recognized
only bloody best is
given grand prize
but your so called best school
has left many like me behind.
I am scolded for
not doing homework,
but my home work did not let me
complete my homework.
As I stand in corridors,
outside the classroom
with hands up and straight
I wish you can come out
and listen to
Why was I late?
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