A Mother

Just a short story of a poor mother and her everyday struggle with life and hunger.

A Mother..

They say every moment is a fresh beginning,
But today again the same thing in her mind was ringing.
Same shine, same hope in her eyes,
She's still waiting for a sun with some food to rise.

Meek and submissive, upbringing two,
Whose mouths are asking for something to chew.
Four little eyes with all tears soaked in them,
Two dolly souls tired of this clem.

Hopeless mother, all lost from inside,
Her helplessness now she can't hide.
Finally poor mother find a way to deal with this,
She got up, gathered all her strength and moved towards them to kiss.

'Don't panic dear, Maa is here with you,
Maa will fix everything right', she ensured
She took out the last note and went out in hurry,
Moving forward with big steps and in flurry.

She went to a shop and asked for a pack of bread,
She just spend her last note this was going on in her head.
Heading towards her home she carried a big grin on her face,
Because she finally won this hunger race.

Today she defeated hunger and was able to feed her kids,
But what about tomorrow? How tomorrow she will get rid?
Her smile suddenly melts into her sorrow,
As she can't see those soaked little eyes again tomorrow.