Mothers Care Wards Don't Care !

I was in a pensive mood,
There was a great banyan tree,
In the midst of a thick wood,
That sheltred the birds in glee,

Some on the branches were sitting,
New born were clamouring for food,
Some in the nest were hatching,
The labouring mother fed the brood,

Grown amid joy and sound,
Flew high in the crimson sky,
Their happiness knew no bound,
Bidding the mother goodbye.

So much sorrow on the mother's eyes,
Still she stared at the lonely skies.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.