The chickens so tiny and small
go behind their mom
a retinue on the move
so wonderful to look at
the counts one, two and three
reach in no time the two digit
a scope for human perception
who curtail giving births
scary of the natal care
afraid of the educational expense
dress, food, comforts pertaining to the children
the restriction has its own merit
as the inflation runs riot
the good fat hen walks past with p
ride
while her brood trots along with a please
she knows not of any hardships ever so
it is a pleasure to have a large family
well that is all for her at the moment
with that she roams with immense happiness
Meenas Poems 