Mother And Son Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Moving along the skywalk
Nearing Bandra railway station,
I see these in mid-passage
Two sheep, grand-looking
Like those hearded Muslim gentlemen.

One suddenly turned and pushed the udder
Of the other for a milkfeed
The other walked off,
Ahead rejecting the claim
Almost like having said No
In their language.

I am realizing the younger
Endowed suitably is Son
While the other is of course bigger and grander
Bringing up the son with discipline
And timing.