Mama-Put: the True Mother of All

Roadside, common food vendor she may seem Amidst the belittling name she is called wrongly From eternity they have survived to sustain The real mass of humans on this planet earth Sweating in labour before the crack of daylight In time to have ready in good quantity and taste Enough for the truly hungry who do the labour Which the lazy bourgeoisie claims as his feat Mama-Put is her true nature from home As a true mother she serves the entire people The only opportunity for some to ever stay alive Same, severed from their own roots of existence From the bean cake to the exotic soups The firewood is the preferred choice of fuel Unleashing the blessing of the Vibhuti ash Upon the meal of man for Divine vigour Keeping the people and her Nation alive The true heroine of all time and season She will live forever with us to sustain To share her love and food for all