A Poor Mother's Thoughts. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The poor girl collects the firewood
Climbs little trees and tries the best
A heap of firewood little sticks she makes
And ties with a rope and carries home
The mother awaits her dear one in anxiety
Her expression of fear of safety visible
But the situations warrant to send the child
She can't afford a modern cooking ware
Or a modern cooking gas cylinder and stove
They are suffering the hardships of life
From dawn to dusk the mother works well
But both ends meet some what difficult
Not to say her hope of children is so great
But hope to give education is bleak.