Under the summer noon’s harsh light,
A mother cradles her child to feed
Holds him to suckle at her breast
To soothe, the whimpering cries.
A small bundle yet, it is the world;
Dear than her life.
The world unseeingly pass by
She gazes on and in
The limpid pool of her eyes
Her hopes and fears reflect.
In an instant gone,
Overcome, by a mother’s love.