All The Moms Aren'T Bad Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

All the Moms aren't Bad
A smart cop Nandhia
heard the cries of an infant
in the hands of a beggar
who tried to move the hearts
of the passers-by for looting alms
to fill her ever-hungry purse
and pay the balance of the baby-price
to the cursed, widowed mother.

Being alerted by the probing
suspicious looks of the cop,
the beggar hardly tried to board a bus
before the woman-cop pulled her back
and told her to feed the wailing baby.
The shabby mom feigned to feed the baby
but the three weeks old infant
was not stopping her cries.
The police grilled the mule to tell
the story of the baby born to a bitch.

No pallbearers will come forward
to carry her coffin to the grave.
No one will be there to bury the face
in hands and weep for her loss.
The Dengue will kill her
or the tsunami will drag her
by her forelock into the sea.