Vidyadhara ... - ! Bread Thief
Squatting on street with vegetable for sale <br />Watching power and money in ugly play, <br />My mother fell ill one cloudy day, <br />To save my mother I prayed and prayed, <br />Prayed almighty the whole day, <br />Night spread its arms but help never came, <br />The prayer seemed to be in vain, <br />My mother’s pain remained same. <br />To save my mother from hunger and pain, <br />I took a loaf of bread from the baker’s pane, <br />On my way they held and put me in chain, <br />Because I stole a loaf of bread, <br />To save my mother who is now dead, <br />Died of hunger without a loaf of bread;<br /><br />Vidyadhara ...<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bread-thief/