Two days were left
For my marriage
Every one was busy

Relatives were talking
They were joking

Some were cooking
Ready for feeding

Dustbin was full
I took the bin
Went to clear the tin

Suddenly I stopped
One life was breathing
On the heap of dumping

Too weak to walk
In state of gasping

I went back running
Brought a basket of canning
With a cotton clothing

To give cushion
To a young puppy

My relatives disagreed  for keeping
If it died
It might bring misfortune
"Throw it out
From where you brought"

My mother said nothing
I fed the life drop by drop
With a dropper

Till evening to our surprise
It came out from basket
It was moving

At night
It went to its bamboo house
We covered it with soft piece of cotton dhoti
To keep it warm
In that winter night

I checked twice
During that night
It was sleeping right

At early morning
I tried to take it out
But it was motion less
And breathing less

Every one told
To dump the body in dumping place

But how could I?
I was mother for one day

We buried not in hurried
In the soil
With few prayers
To make soul free
To rest in peace