Why be the chasm, of benevolence
And lust ever more, for its every bead
Why foster, the farm of forbearance
For the fruit of pain, borne to love’s seed!
What churns inside, a fertile womb
The bounty of, Lord’s enigma
The prize of labors, is aplomb
For a woman caged, in a mother’s chutzpa!
Was it instinct, or obliged creed
I clamored for her, heart and soul
Why love is destined, to concede
For a motherhood, to pay her toll!
I saw her brave, with gratitude
Off saw her, to earnt paradise
My martyr, to my latitude
What’s A Mother Sans Her Sacrifice!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra