She was a caring mother of her baby ,
She was truly helpless ,
a labourer and illiterate , from tribal ,
Very innocent she was ,
she was feeding her baby in a bus ,
traveling back to home .
Irony is that she had covered baby ,
With a pallu of her sari ,
A baby with not a single piece of cloth
In that cold weather ,
She was full of dignity and self respect .
Though I offered her my dupatta ,
to cover her baby ,
But it was not acceptable to her ,
She politely refused ,
" No I have to get down as such "
Though she was helpless ,
But still she was rich in her ego .
Bus stopped at next village and ,
she got down holding her baby ,
Covered under her sari' s Pallu ,
But she left her image with me ,
An unforgettable experience ,
She touched my heart & emotions ,
She made me think & feel strongly .
How to call her a helpless mother ,
She had protected her child ,
With her very warm feelings and affection
That was all there in her sari's Pallu .....