Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam rises
As I wash rinse and wring,
These clothes blue and pink.
They will then be kept in the Sun to dry
Under the peaceful afternoon sky.
I wish we could wash our hearts that way,
All the stains of sins away!

There is not a moment to spare for rest
From the dawn to dusk.
Always aiming for the best
While the cupboards, vases and shelves I dust.
Not a single thought do I have of a moment
When on my couch I may lay,
For I'm glad a task to me is given
To labour at day by day!

This busy mind has no time
To think of sorrow, care or gloom;
As I'm sweeping this dusty floor
Bravely with a broom!
After all these chores of dusting and cleaning
Never do I forget to cook.
Bringing milk each morn for breakfast
Bread loafs from Mr. Brooke's.
Lovely lunch and delicious dinner
Everyday do I make,
But in the taste of my apple pie
You'll oft find a mistake.
But I try my best to improve
And although I got faults,
At the end they are solved.
My life's no more spent in a groove.

I no longer spend time in sorrow and vain
And manage a way out of my prison house of pain;
I'm asking you to please not worry,
No matter what, I'll be okay.
For work brings me health, strength and hope
And I cheerfully learn to say:
Head you may think,
Heart you may feel,
But hands, you shall work alway!

© Kaashvi Shah