The Poor Woman

She searched for some puffed rice,
finding the box empty, she checked twice
wiping her tears, she looked around
she could not find any morsel of food.
Without any courage to face
and pacify her wailing children,
she poured some water in a pot
and placed it on the stove.
Then she began stroking her kids gently
eagerly waiting for their food
to be cooked
they fell fast asleep in her lap.

poem by Rizvana Parveen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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