Work I only three hours a day there in that house Jhaadoo, pochaa, bartan - and some other odds
I have a separate entry for myself in the rear
From the front door enter Babus, guests and visitors.
I get food, though leftover, with condiments too
Though not every day, once in a way,
The little mother takes me to fillim
For she’s not allowed to go alone
The housewife depends on me
– I’m never ill-treated
The Babu helps me pay my little one’s school fee
A new sari, surely, I get every festive day
In addition to the shed ones - not always very old
The little mother regales me with stories in books
Proud I am – the little mother tells her friends who I am
I know no inglis-winglis but I enjoy her friends’ giggles.
