A Different Mother. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

She was a mother suffering depression
She carried her children throughout the days
The alms she got gave them as food
The scold and hate she received hid from them
The tears she had, wiped in secrecy
She knew the value of motherhood
She slept with her own children
Under the tree shades, and dilapidated buildings
Where, when conscious came prayed well
May my children get a bright future
May my children saved from evils
May my children saved from stray dogs
Give us relief and real relief of my ailment
And give me a real conscious to do job
Wonderful one day morning she herself confident
And wandered for a job here and there
Knowing well it is difficult
But a noble man offered a domestic job
He gave enough to eat and dress the little ones
He gave education to the little ones
The charity saved them from ruins
Chances for them who prays well and tries well
And willful effort to do the meaningful job.