Money Matters

Professed striving, thriving in kitchen life Woman of yesterday was a home maid Call her not a homemaker or housewife A home maid unpaid and future benighted Illiterate slave literate in home science Deprived of finance for days ahead Suppressed in fearful negligence Dear and near, not to be truly so supposed Necessity out of such a pity Woman of olden time Saved in her kitty Annas, paise to chime. Unreally smiling out of disguised injustice Done to her by a domestic law To herself collected coins, fortune to splice Woman of moral law Begotten parental assets begotten Life raised husband and his folks Counting her collection the woman forlorn From mercy somebody the beseeched alms Her pouch of coins didn't change Unchanged the least quantum amount too No depositing, no investing to challange No interest, no dividend to woo Passed on from husband to son Hopes on despair built Survival of a grand-ma's funeral now to shun. Stealthily on money matters spoken about. On her couch of death Ready to depart her pouch. Struggling through her last breath Her savings presented to her funeral march