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A Mother
A Mother
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With the golden ball of fire overheard,
A mother walks barefoot on the road!
Her little one sleeping in a cradle,
Of old saree ends tied to pillars!
With a heavy heart and steps sad,
She wanders to find milk for her lad!
Finding a house with gates open,
Thinking what bad can now happen?
Punches the door with all her might,
Teary, sweaty, ignorant if it's right!
The door opens a bit sight,
The mother confesses in fright!
Facing her is another mother,
One mother's pain another gathers!
Lifting up sisterhood,
Brings her milk and food!
Seeing the food grabs it,
Smiling returns to her orbit !!
