Motherly Crib

Driving down the roadside,
Stopped at a crossing on the red-signal.
World seemed to be then a stationed dream,
Till it broke with the kids giggle.

Turned as my face, towards the orphanage,
Noticed a cradle, or a vacant crib.
Turned as the crib, its face towards me,
Seemed a beautiful feminine face looking on-to me.

Dripping was motherhood, from the eyes of the face,
Looked as if the face, waited for decades.
Decades passed while caring for one,
Cradle was actually nothing, but a caring mum.

The cradle was one, an unmarried mum,
Cared it as if, for every little one.
She was completely, one step mother,
But cared it as if, it gave birth to the other.

Cared it always without any one-sidedness,
Looked after everyone, till it grew to its establishment.
Loved it always, and the young loved it,
Sleep doesn’t come to the young, without its intimate kiss.

The comfort, the life and all the sweet lines,
Are always told to the young when slumbering.
People says the first school is a must,
But actually god is the one to give a natural schooling.

Of course a human baby knows only to suck milk,
And hence god gifts it, a fortune of a school-like crib.
An orphan is said to be the misfortune baby,
But it is also gifted with the orphanage’s crib.

The crib starts schooling everyone who comes in,
Without any bias, it familiarizes the world to it.
Unlucky are not, the orphans with no mother,
Cause the god gifts them, mother in the form of a crib.