COCONUT

This poem is very much incomplete ................ I attempted to our very old house maid ......... and when I started thinking about what to write about her and what not.... I was surprised to see that there was so much that she did everyday and I just didn't notice...... no one did ......... kind of took it for granted , like a way of happening............ so may things I couldn't pen because I just couldn't frame them into a poem .............. so here is the incomplete poem ........... a tribute to her and to so many like her................ she is 65 now................... my respects for her and her untiring service......

----COCONUT----

Sixty years of experience,
behind those glazed eyes.
Wrinkled skin , a frame
frail , bent and thin.
Rough lips , that muffled,
so many wanting sighs.
Her sense of duty
stands erect within.

Moving around the house
with an angry mutter.
How, she has had enough
of this scene...
Dirty laundry , utensils ,
all in a clutter.
You frown...but do you ever notice ?
The tablecloth , never ceases to be clean.