W.H.O is responsible for this mess?

One day, I saw a poor woman,

With a kid in her arms.

And another kid at her feet,

Playing with trinkets and charms.

They were in the bus with me,

But had no room to sit.

Their eyes were tired and groggy,

But they couldn’t sleep a bit.

They were on the floor of the bus,

Swinging to and fro.

Trampled by co-travellers, without a fuss

But suffering was seen much more.

I looked at the elder kid,

His eyes turned to mother,

He tried to climb up on her lap

And cuddle with his little brother.

Affection was written on the children’s face,

And with that, such purity!

With pain and hope, I said a little prayer

“Save them from the world’s insanity”.

The mother seemed bipolar,

Both annoyed and loving.

She smiled at first, stroked his cheek

And then gave him a harsh drubbing!

And then I realized, what I had known.

My stomach felt real bad.

Because of the anger and injustice,

I felt helpless and deeply sad.

Here is someone who cannot live

Comfortably on her own.

How then, is she justified

To look after a new-born?

It might be human to want a child,

But it’s humane to be compassionate.

If we really care, we would not

Give birth without money in the pocket.

Those who simply have no means

In money or in mind,

Will neglect the little ones they bring

And that’s wrong, mean and unkind.

People are never born terrible,

But neglect makes them so.

Those kids in the bus will grow up to be

Ill-headed for sure.