the soul was willing
gnawing hunger
keeps mother
her children awake
she must get food
she numbs her
stomach she
feels relives her
children s ache
in the winding
bylanes of ajmer
i was attacked by
her children s
hungry stares
so much was
at stake ..
come what may
hope she will
not forsake
the cycle of living from one day to the next she cant break
a thirst for their salvation a drop of water wont slake
