I start my day at the early dawn
Not free to sleep as I wish
My mistress and master makes me moil
At the crack of morn to the silence of night
Fretting and burning my soul
To boil the water and keep them warm
I bewail in darkness when all rest
Boiling my inner soul on my harsh destiny
I work without grunt, as I have no tongue
To lament when they make me slog over and over
Aggrieved and bereft, iam careworn
Iam born to hew to travail
Though my creator made me worth a pearl
To be salable and find my path
In a classy and rich home
To be a mistress' beloved article
Only to labour my soul and boil over
To realise what I had been born for
Wish I could be heard while I simmer with  tears of my inner agony
Foaming and frothing my deep pains in boil
Only to wear out and cease to cry
My heart out in silence.