The day breaks
Khedi leaves her shack,
Marries the makers of the day
Back is bent
Swollen legs
Eyes are hazy
Babus need work
All are angry
They want more
But Khedi is old
Piles of dishes
Mounds of clothes
Floors must look clean as glass
Sweat never dries
Hands always at work
She keeps fit
To bear the blows of babus
Babus call her Khedi,
Once she had a name
Babus now erased it with love
