Roadside

Standing on a roadside, watching the mad rush,
I wait for it to subside, so I could cross the road

Girls at the florist, men buying at fruit stall
On a busy road like this, they opened a big new mall

That reminded me of the bag and shoe I had to buy
Oh I have to order the dinner too, I wish I could fly

Cars going honking and noise of squealing brake,
Shouts and screams everywhere, giving me headache

Just when I was about to close my ears, I heard the hiss of wada fry
And I heard something else with it; it was a small baby's cry

Crying baby on his mother's lap, who was sitting on the road side
Trying to finish off that last bite of wada, holding her son beside

With a traveling bag on side, sat next to them the father,
Trying to sooth his baby son, while his wife was sipping some water

They must have had a big tough traveling day
I hope it was home they were now heading the way

The mother finished and took her crying baby in arms
And started nursing him which made him calm

The noises had silenced, the road seemed clear
I headed to home, to the ones who were dear

Back on my way, I thought of the baby crying with hunger
For quite some time now, these thoughts in my mind will linger

Did I never see before, a struggling humble mother?
Why did such thoughts, to me never before bother?
I got my answer when I reached home to take my little one in arms
That it wasn’t until now that I was a mother!