MOTHER AND CHILD

Take my hand and walk with me,
let me show the world that I see.
Alone on a barn I see a child cry,
see it, feel it and you can ask, "why?"

Not for mother, it cries for food,

Pity! What a starving childhood.
The mother is busy in sun-burnt field,

stacking and heaping the season's yield.

She can't hear her child's feeble voice,
the burden of hunger left her no choice.
The child stops crying sometime after,
as if it has a reason for laughter.

Sees the mother - eyes laden with tears,
morphing to a smile removing all fears.
She comes and pauses - profusely sweating,
"Hold me mother, I was so long waiting."

The Mother...
"Left alone you cried, so did I,
Hear wailed, sobbed and tears ran dry."


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