The Endless Day
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The Endless Day

A foreign land, a fresh start's gleam,

A babysitting, cleaning dream.

But freedom's song turned into screams,

For in that house, a tyrant schemes.

The clock struck seven, a daily start,

A weary body, a heavy heart.

From dawn's first light to the moonlit dark,

Her endless tasks left their painful mark.

The mops I squeezed, the dishes I stacked,

While tiny hands on playgrounds I tracked.

Night brought no rest, just chores to unpack,

A cruel reflection in the window's crack.

Days turned to weeks, a blurring line,

Sleep a stranger, a distant sign.

The promised freedom, a cruel design,

Aching muscles, a weary mind.

But hope endures, a flickering flame,

Beyond this toil, a whispered name.

For soon I'll break free, escape this game,

And find true rest, not a master's claim.

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ASHUTOSH DUBEY

Climate Change Policy Marker?? AND Founding Editor - kanishksocialmedia-BROADCASTING MEDIA PRODUCTION COMPANY,LEGAL PUBLISHER

8 个月

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