Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 240

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

A Model

Once my parents and brothers

begged on the streets of a metropolitan city.

I also begged with them-

I had one extra advantage- my beauty.

When I was seventeen,

a good man's help I got.

Though I became a sophisticated entertainer,

I achieved fame and money a lot.

I rescued my family,

many beggars received my help.

From beggar I turned into a model

without forgetting about myself.

That good man is my husband-

he loves me, exploits me too:

very recently I have become mother...

Happy women like me are few!