Mothers Love Poem by sehdev sharma

There was a tractor,
in the field,
tilling the mud,
at a greater speed.

The mother lapwing,
which laid the eggs,
in the fields,
not in the nest,
a bit scarred,
as tractor was approaching,
near to it and its eggs.

As the distance,
reduced,
the heart beat of,
lapwing,
rocked up.

The little bird,
was in chaos,
whether to leave eggs,
save its precious life,
or,
counter the tractor,
to save its future generation.

Suddenly,
the driver,
watched the bird,
gave a horn,
but it did not fly.

The humane feelings,
emerged in the mind of driver.
He slowed his tractor,
settled the tillers,
so that bird comes in between.

A lapwing,
cried, yelled, shouted at tractor.
But it did not left the eggs.

Tractor,
slowly passed,
eggs and bird were between the tillers.

The bird was still,
yelling,
we did not know,
it was,
thanking or cursing?

The scene,
breath taking,
utmost thrilling.
And motherhood won,
fearlessly.