Caste Of A Mother

Long ago I once heard,

When God can't come down,

To protect us,

He sends his most trusted soldier,

A "Mother" instead.

Then again I heard,

Someone ask a lady,

A young mother,

"Arey, what is your last name?

What is your surname, caste?"

What indeed?????

She is a "Shudra" (lower caste)

When she cleans her young one,

Her nappies, her puke,

Without even a quiver of her lips,

Without a change in her face.

She is a "Kshatriya" (warrior),

When she protects them,

From the outer world,

The outer evil,

Without care for herself

Without a change in countenance.

She is a "Brahmin" (learned)

Whether being literate or not,

When she teaches them,

The way of life,

Or their first words,

Or anything else.

Lastly when the birds,

Are ready to fly away,

She is the "Vaishya"(business class)

When she teaches them

To save money,

For a rainy day.

So let me ask

"What indeed is her caste?"

Like the God above,

She is all prevailing,

Like the God above,

She is casteless,

She is classless.