An epitome of patience

My Baby is screaming on the bare road mumbling three alphabet m..a..a

A basket of bricks is on my head

I am unable to bend and embrace my little baby

Scorching sun is over my baby and she is trying to snatch my attention by crying

I am a deaf, I am a blind during my work

Because I have to satiate the fire my hunger, quench my thirst by the meagre money

I have to give education to my baby

Otherwise my baby will be driven as a dumb animal like me

I have to arrange clothes to clad her

Otherwise society will never miss a chance to tarnish her

I have to prepare myself for her marriage 

Otherwise society will make me suffocated by unwanted questions 

Because I have come across these situations as I am a woman

I have to portray myriad roles being a mother, a guardian and a protector

My little baby... 

Please don't cry

I am your mother, I am your everything 

Nothing will curtail your freedom, nothing can dampen your passion to grow

But today you have tolerate the cruel sun rays, digest the loneliness 

Because your mother is a fighter, a lone crusader to wage all responsibilities 

Don't cry my baby.....

You will be woman of today accumulating all opportunities 

You will do miracle and make startling discovery 

Your mother will do everything for you.