The Combat

One chilling night,
She sat so quiet,
No rugs on her back,
Only sari to drape.

It was just this fire,
Which gave her desire,
To beat the cold,
And save her one year old,

She gathered some twigs,
Which gave her dream wings,
She hold her baby so tight,
And was now determined to fight.

The cold was fierce,
And night was scary,
There stood no hope,
And teeth went jittery.

She tightened her tattered,
Sari with all her might,
Giving her baby,
The heat all night.

The night was incredible,
The battle half won,
The baby was alive,
But she left numb.