Cry Of A Kind Little Bud! Poem by Umasree Raghunath

Cry of a kind little bud!
Date: 6 Feb 1995

A soft, innocent, and kind little bud
Was smart, intelligent and cute little kid
A monstrous mystic masculine witch
Along the unsound woods the monster ran
And lived for a year or so under the self-ban
Poor little bud, pressed up as a bud itself
Decided to succumb itself from blooming in gulf
Another gentle petal in the garden
Became the bud’s love and tendering maiden
With the petals divine serene she slept all her days
With unrecoverable thoughts and dreams of gays
It was almost the time for the bud to fall to the earth
When the repenting witch returned to give her a new birth
Newer, safer, gentler and a demon lover, the witch became
Our little cue bud losing her senses did proclaim
To bloom in its wicked presence uncaring
Her gardener, flower and ancestral calling
The sun rays were brighter than ever
The sea waves were force than ever before
The howling winds carried her away
Far and fairer into the monster’s witch’s bay
Happy and hail, she lived in the wicked arena
Forgetting everything besides, every bit of flora
She started dancing with bliss in the thicker clouds
Forgetting the awaiting more stronger mountain molds
Her eyes were closed and limps trembling
A mountain plain holds her on the cliff
And monster saved her as another bluff
Returned to the green serene plains
A rueful wind carried her away in pains
She yet believed to bloom in witch’s presence
That nothing but her sheer innocence
Without any thought or common sense
There can be no life, no peace or sense!