Ragged Mother

She pumped her lungs

To keep the fire live

Her wailing kid's

Dried tears

Pausing the sound

In anticipation

Of a morsel of food

That the mother

Struggles to cook

Soft moonlight

Peeping through the cracked roof

Envying the rugged child

Sitting in a ragged sling

Wishing that in all adversities 

He had a mother like the one

Pushing her being 

To the bare existence of her child...