How shall I sing that majesty?
How great a being you are
With a spirit so freeing
Thy words are the only words I am
always agreeing
Thy art of sweeping and cleaning,
Like full moon bright and beaming
Thy wrinkled smile with a teeth gap
showing
The red of pan mixing in the yellow like
a sun glowing
Thy chitter chatter like a food
platter
For my soul and my stature
Thy nose ring, with a red twig
Like a forest on fire, with a burning
twinge
Thy soft nature with a loud stature
Thy big spirit and bigger laughter
Like a wild elephant in a small manor
How shall I tell thou, how much I miss
thou
Enlighten my life and my house again
Wake me up with your loud booms and
bams,
Kitchen is empty, craving thy hands
Sink is flowing and full, waiting for
thy chants
The floor is dusty and lonely,
Looking at the broom eagerly,
Broom is tall and pretty,
Waiting to be picked by almighty
My kettle is up and boiling
Fuming hot and shouting
Where art thou, O my love!
For thy thousand reasons to break up
with me
Here are my few to make up with me
The house, the dishes, Ms. Broom and the
Mrs
Every nook and corner misses
And hope for thy mercy
My majesty
~~~~~Thine devotee~~~~
This post is a tribute to my maid, my help, my lifeline "Rupa tai"who left me for greener pastures few days back.
