Rich Love

 She held her child, 

Covered in soot, 

Her lips black and feet bruised

Cooing in his ears, 

He smiled in her embrace, 

Showered by love, 

In the beggar woman's motherly grace. 


A broom in hand, 

She sat on the train floor, 

Smothering her child. 


The world around her judged her clothes, 

Her son's bare back, 

His burning toes, 

She faced the eyes, 

She fought the words,  

She forgot her state, 

And with it all her fears. 


Society is cruel, 

She knew that fact, 

And covered her child's

Ears, Eyes and Head, 

She did not care for the world

As her world lay in her lap.

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