Mom.. When I Was Born
I opened my eyes,
I saw brightness all around.
I was gazing at everything;
With amazement in my eyes.
Suddenly I felt a pat on my back,
Uh! That was hard;
I started crying and more confused I was-
To see others around me laugh!
I was so angry!
But I realized a gush of air,
Entering my small lungs.
I was breathing, but was howling at the same time!
Mom! Mom! I shouted loud.
But no one understood my language!
Then, I saw a lady,
With eyes half closed,
But smiling and bright!
She seemed to understood my call!
She held her arms forward,
And I awaiting for her arms.
And then the White Coat Man,
Who gave me that pat( I Hate him )-
Gave me in her arms.
In her arms I felt,
Calmness that I experienced-
For the last nine months.
This is my Mom, my home.
She kissed me, and held me tight.
My fragile bones, my lean hands,
Trying to hold her infinite love.
You know, I knew not how to smell.
But she had a smell,
Which made me feel-
She is mine.
Proud she was, happy to see me fine.
Overwhelmed, to see me born nice.
I smiled,
But oops! no teeth I have.
But she knew that I smiled.
She is my mom, my love, my life.
Poetry by Nilanjan Dutta
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Written on 2010-11-09 at 19:20
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