A child hungrily sucks the breast
the mother holds him in a fond rest
a beautiful sight to view
the child has no clue
hunger is his only thought
other than else no other slot
the mother’s blood turns into milk
the child finishes his feed with a lick
the milk being a life-giving nectar
complements and supplements all sectors
it is a boon to both the giver and the receiver
like mercy it is twice blest
blesses the one that gives
and the one that takes
with the mother having gained benefits
the child nevertheless faces no deficit
they present a picture of bliss and grace
nothing to do with scorn even in a trace.