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