Mother's Care Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

When we have a way to enjoy
The extremes of all seasons
The have-nots have no way
except to endure,
The seasons have no fault
We have shrieked
To our individual 'have'
To divide man

The seasons are the caring hands
Of the mother earth to shape
And save her children
But how clever we the haves
To come under the hands
that secures
And left the other hand
For the have-nots to shape

That is why the haves
Are pushed to lluxury to sleep
And have-nots are forced to work
To grow in to humanity.