Poems by Dr. Jernail S Anand

 

jernail S Anand

Poems by Dr. Jernail S Anand

 

 

A MOTHER’S CRY

 

Mothers who love their kids
And make homes
Are the cradle of civilizations.

When civilizations grow
Mothers shrink

When
Living becomes an ordeal

And dreams have to be deposited
Against receipts in
Day care centres…

Don’t mind my little one
Wait outside the home
I am on the way.

Not only for you
For me too
Growing up is a torture..

I wonder what will happen
When flats come up
Without kitchens.

Don’t blame me
From where I can produce your father?

 

Dr j S anand
All rights reserved @2016

 

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