Like a living tree, a passive spectator,

the Momma just gazed

as her 10-year-boy bade her bye

while heading to serve in the hotel.

Her eyes, sucking tears for years,

shredded no tears.

Poverty drains humanity from human,

demolishes fragrance from flower,

defiles grace from blossoms.

Destitution burns a mother’s tenderness,

mars her rationality,

snatches a son’s innate rights to adore mother.

When Sudama is not redeemed by Krishna

He transforms into Sakuni.

A breast-feeder, in penury, becomes a butcher.

By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa

From: Nepal