Life is a real drudge Yet I try not to bear any grudge You, my lady have led a relatively sheltered life You have no idea what it is to be a battered wife You have never known frustration and anger The kind one feels when one cannot satisfy a child's hunger Yes I am the voice of dissension Against any Women's day celebration I am that perpetual underdog The one who is expected in all weathers to slog With no hope of any respite Always having to put up a very tough fight To protect at least my children's rights I will never have the possibility or the luxury Of being able to discover the real me I continue to be a victim of deprivation and poverty The day I am able to see some light in my life The day I stop being a goodfornothing's wife I will join in the Women's Day Celebration I will salute the world and our great nation Jai Ho
(As recounted to me by an unfortunate poor house maid)
