Wings of Care [Composed in Aug, 2024]

While walking my dog one serene day,

I stumbled upon a bird on the road, astray.

Despite her wings, she chose to tread,

Squeaking softly, a heart filled with dread.

Her eyes were sharp, alert, and bright,

As if guarding something with all her might.

I pondered what weighed on her heart,

What made her from her nest depart?

And then, from the meadows, I caught sight,

Tiny fledglings emerged, in the soft morning light.

Ah, now I see, the cause of her plight,

To shield her young, she’d stand and fight.

For parents' nature is fiercely protective,

Their love, pure and wholly subjective.

They’d give their all, their very life,

To spare their child from worldly strife.

And in this tender scene, I saw the grace,

Of a mother’s love, in time and space.

A vision then came, of God on high,

Asking a mother, if heaven she’d deny.

“If I take heaven, what would you demand?”

She smiled, with a heart so grand,

“Give me the pen to write my child’s fate,

For their future, I’ll patiently await.”

For a mother’s love, knows no bounds,

In her heart, only her child resounds.

She’d write their future with tender care,

Guiding them through every snare.

Seema Jain - Founder SOROBRAIN

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