Warmth, not wealth, feeds

A mother in penury has her child
Suckles her breast and slumber on her lap.
A mother in luxury buys her child
A feeding bottle and a silver cradle.
The child of the poor is rich in warmth,
Though with no silver spoon in its mouth.
17.09.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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