The fawn

Golden body, lithe and deadly
Thunderous roar
Deadly claw and fangs
Lightning speed of death.

Look a little closer
You will see
A mother’s heart
That nestles a fawn.

A lioness stumbled upon a fawn
Lost and alone
In place of devouring
She started mothering.

The fragile fawn plays with cubs
Nestled against her
Strange is heart of a mother
It shines above all.

By Sharmishtha basu
8.08.10

Mother’s heart

She was out there alone
Dawn was yet to come
The stars were sparkling
A sickle moon shining.

Her bag was on her back
In which she stuffed
All the disposed things
From all the garbage bins.

She reached the first one
Was about to start her work
When she heard a growling
And a baby’s whimper.

Quickly she went to the dog
She saw it was sitting there
With a fierce look in her eyes
Five cubs were sucking milk.

Four had four legs
One had two, it was a baby girl
The dog wagged her tail at her
Allowed her to pick up the baby.

She patted her, gave her the biscuit
Which she has bought for her own
And started back for home thinking
One mother deserts, another saves.

Mother

When God decided to send
Her cherubs down to earth
She knew she will need
Someone just like her.

To take care of those precious souls
Till they can stand on their own
To guide and protect them
To love and nurture them.

She created her reflections
To Send her to the earth
To take care of her cherubs
When they reach the earth.

Her reflection was just like her
Patient, kind, protective
Her love was as deep as God
So was her whole bearing.

Who else will spend sleepless nights
Sacrifice her very being for her child
Without any expectation in return
Without any grudge or complain?