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The maid-servant
My poverty made me fall in love with a good maid-servant
I wanted to marry her but my family didn't grant
They separated us and confined me in a room
But still she wanted me as her beloved bridegroom
I had neither cell phone nor internet
I was unemployed and like a poor pet
One day she said to them I called her over phone
That made me annoyed and made me like a stone
She told them the lie to make them realize
She is my love she is apple of my eyes
Then my dad beat me up with his slipper
But still I dream of her as my lover
poem
by
Asif Andalib
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