Exception Poem by Ratnakar Mandlik

The roaring of oceans is bound by the tides
Death is there to a life's limit decide.
The love and friendship too have their limits
Yet on the rich and lucky they are often showered.

To take and to borrow there are no limits
But for lending or giving there are limits.
If in lending one becomes charitable,
In no way he can hope it to be profitable.

Sacrifice is the boundry that segregates,
All the kins and friends from a victim apart.
No one is for the unlucky and moneyless,
For such a being all the relations are useless.

Every thing in the world possesses limitations,
Only the Mother's love is for it an exception.