One clings on breast,
The other in lap,
Two crawl on floor;
Yes I am,
Their destitute mom;
Like a woman of stone age,
Live for food,
Bear babies and raise,
Until are grown enough,
To live their own;
None cares who am I,
What I wish,
Am a woman,
Have no dreams of own;
Kids and husband,
Are my karma;
My dedication rewards,
A good wife, A good mom;
Don't have life of my own;
Live for mate, live for kids;
© sadashivan nair
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