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!