By Kalpana Kumar
By jove was she nosey
Everything about my life she wanted to see
Organize she did my house
Matching each saree with a blouse
Everytime i washed my hair
With a towel she was there
She was paranoid about me catching a cold
Just as she was upset about my disinterest in gold
About my Iron man, maid she was suspicious
Convinced their intentions towards me was malicious
Time and again, i wished with me she would stay
And then prayed that my anger i will not display
She bullied my children to complete tasks so they could recite
Evening when I came back tired, just a happy good night
Her goal for me was to always rest and relax
And not worry about lakhs and tax
With her obsession towards me she drove me mad
Now that she is gone I feel like a nomad
Rare to find a person more unpretentious
I know her kind of care was truly precious
By Kalpana Kumar