She was howling and crying in pain
Holding her baby she was running in the rain.
No food, no shelter, she wanted to feed her hungry baby.
She was pleading for help but no one was ready.
She had rashes on her body.
She didn't bother the bleeding wound
She wanted to save her child
Who was gonna die very soon.
She didn't know if it was a fever
Neither she knew it could be flu
Helpless she was as she was never
She didn't know what to do.?
Cursing herself on top of her lungs she roared
She was saying
“God, please don't make anyone a mother,
If you have destined her to be poor.”
She could only sigh and look at the sky
Praying to god not to let her baby die.
Helpless mother, with all the love she had
Lay flat one the street with the baby on her lap.(Sagarmani)
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