Struggle

Every morning In my balcony I am watching A same story In that small room Every one are in hurry To load the things In the small bag Loading the foods in the tiffin box, Waking the sleepy child Struggling to make him bath.. When he comes out He was fed with lots of Food in his little mouth Great chaos to make him Wear the uniform Finding the vanished shoes After the great war.... Before finishing the works The van from the street Alarm them by horn.... His mom runs with all the goods Not to the war but to the school , Still his mom is worried Of her incomplete works..... But I am still drinking tea And watching My daily routine scence.... A struggle of mom For her school going child.!