Young motherhood
In the sudden showers
That hit and hurt
With the ferocity
Of the recession,
A young thin girl,
Of hardly nine
Carries her
Brother of seven
On her right hip,
So that his feet
Do not get dirty,
On the muddy Indian street;
It is common sight here—
A young motherhood
Self-imposed,
Voluntary,
A burden heavy,
Borne willingly
By her
To make the
Little boy
Feel special,
Like China’s
Famous,
Pampered,
Little Emperors.
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Again the timeless,poignant ,captivating poetic snapshot.Sunil does with words what Cartier-Bresson did with photography.
Beautiful wordplay and a moving piece of write.