At this trembling staggering age,
Dear deprived mother of,
I don't know whom,
Struggling to survive,
And might be survival of,
Someone, older than you…
Vending toys, ball-pens,
Sun-screens and all and sundry,
Carrying all on your
Worn out shoulders and hands,
Waiting restlessly aside traffic signals…
Midst, men, women, and children,
Much younger in age than you, who -
Straight bounding in, as...
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