A Homage

I open my window to let in the morning light and the cool fresh air Though in the midst of a legion of works assigned for the day The girl servant next door fills my heart with her innocent smile Like a pure dew drop glares from the grass-top in the dawn No child labour prohibition ever peeps into her pains and miseries No humanists rise in revolt to protect her from cruel exploitation She can be the foetus that grew up surviving all efforts of abortion She may be the female baby abandoned to avoid a culpable burden Why can't she be the lost child of parents who regret carelessness? Whatever be the prelude, the merciless ill-treat is inhuman indeed She works hard from dawn to midnight yet the mistress is displeased Scolding, beating, blowing, pushing and pulling aren't new to her This morning I terribly missed her and I was shocked to learn She is not alive to cast a charming innocent smile at me ever again! It was a murder, a brutal sexual assault so cruel and inhuman Let these drops of tears be my homage to thee, dear child