Darkness
Enveloped the crude reality
Which in the daylight
Stood out stark and bright.
Huddled sat
The mother and her child
Enveloped the crude reality
Which in the daylight
Stood out stark and bright.
Huddled sat
The mother and her child
Clad barely in rags for their bodies to hide.
Merciless Cold Winds
Ripped them apart
Yet the two sat in a tight embrace
Shivering non stop
In their pitiable state
Shivering non stop
In their pitiable state
Weary and famished
They fought for life
Consoling each other
Hoping for better days
Hoping for better days
Trying not to succumb
To their physical state.
To their physical state.
But
One Cold Morning The Young Life
Could take it no more
The mother was left with incessant tears....
The mother was left with incessant tears....
In her lap
Was her Cold Child.
Sacrificed
To Abject Poverty.
By Binita Jha
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