When she came to live with us, there was little work to do.

Her fingers were eager, failing eyes covered with dew.

She spoke to herself because nobody spoke to her

Said things from the past, unknown to her step-brother.

We found a ploy to keep her mind under the wing

To beat the boredom, she was made to sing

We gave her a pound of garlic to peel,

How delighted she was, the work would reveal.

When she came to live with us, there was little work to do.

Her fingers were eager, failing eyes covered with dew.

~Saranyan Bv

Bangalore