At each sunrise a young widow mourns
Screams and howls against dawn
Unaware the sweetness of the morn
She sobs with her babe at the lawn.
Tears seem like a pearl on her cheeks
And eyes gleam like a beam
Some drops of tears fall on her feet
And some merge in the soil of heap.
But her pale and naked babe shrieks
Laying on her lap sans feed
Oh! She recalls her past memories
Loosing in her thoughts sans babe’s need.
She finds her path with sorrow
Like a bamboo her life is hollow
Ah! She laments on each morrow
And roams with her babe on the way narrow,
At once she hears a bleat
And gets a glance of a sheep
Who licks with love her lamb’s fleece
And gets emotions at her deep.
Now her heart also beats with joy and glee
And she puts the kisses on her babe’s lips
From the pain she feels free
And fills with love by babe’s kicks.
Now, she finds a state of calm
And gains a power to survive more
Hence, she feels her babe like a balm
To cross this ocean of long shore.
Dr. Shagufta Naaz