A Woman Is A Born Mother - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
I saw them on the bank of a river,
Driving their toy carts,
The two friends,
I came to know they are brother and sister,
The sister was a few years older than the brother,
While their parents were sitting at a distance,
The pink lovely buds of roses,
Were racing on the cart,
Suddenly the cart of the boy slipped,
And he fell down in the river,
Her sister shouted, “Daddy, help us.”
But she did not wait for her father,
I was surprised to listen to her golden words,
“My child, don’t worry, I’m coming.”
And she jumped in the river.
The children were rescued,
At that moment that mere chit of a girl,
Appeared to me a grown up mother!
On that day I realized,
A woman is a beautiful born loving mother!
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