A Different Mother.

She was a mother suffering depression She carried her children throughout the days The alms she got gave them as food The scold and hate she received hid from them The tears she had, wiped in secrecy She knew the value of motherhood She slept with her own children Under the tree shades, and dilapidated buildings Where, when conscious came prayed well May my children get a bright future May my children saved from evils May my children saved from stray dogs Give us relief and real relief of my ailment And give me a real conscious to do job Wonderful one day morning she herself confident And wandered for a job here and there Knowing well it is difficult But a noble man offered a domestic job He gave enough to eat and dress the little ones He gave education to the little ones The charity saved them from ruins Chances for them who prays well and tries well And willful effort to do the meaningful job.