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.!
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