Our Mom Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

Like your moms
We h've one ours
Mother as an origin
Of every living being
People call us
Stray dog-pups
I'm black shade
Yet as active as
My two brothers
And three sisters
We all love our mom
More than anything.
Father's day
We don't celebrate
As to who is
Our father
We don't know
Unlike human beings
Do know.

Like your moms
We h've one ours
We're all born
The same time
The same day
At same very spot
At our fortress
In the spacious gap
Between the earth
And the heap
Heap of dry wood.

Like your moms
We h've one ours
In togetherness
There we lived
For pretty good days
Till the opening
Of our eyes
Entirely depending
Upon our mother
Smelling
Her far from
Saving
And protecting us
Till
Breathed her last
The people say
But-
We don't believe
She's still with us
We're sucking milk
From her breast
That our dad
Fails to provide.

Like your moms
We h've one ours
Keeping us alive
Otherwise
We would h've died
See we're still alive
Sitting
Over our liquid diet.

Like your moms
We h've one ours
But-
Warmth is missing
We fail to realize
Though nature
Being so kind
Not easy
Yet to survive
Vision of the eyes
Not yet so clear
That's why?
Our mom's keeping
Us safe and unite
At our native place
Underneath
The dry logs
Logs of wood.

Like your moms
We h've one ours
That you do love
Your mothers
But not ours
She is running
From pillar to post
In search of food
To satiate hunger.

Like your moms
We h've one ours
Every time we feel
She is there for us
You can see
Right now
She is here with us
Though profusely
Bleeding
In a pool of blood
On the road side
She loves us so deep
Making us feed
As and when we need.

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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.