The Cry Of An Infant Poem by Umasree Raghunath

Dated: 30 Jan 1994

The chick that comes out of a while shell
The calf that tries to touch the mother's bell
The nestling safe in the twig nest
are the sights of beauties best
Of the touching sounds in the world
From the times immemorial and very old
The cry of the baby born
is the finest of its own
Rushing out of mother's womb
Without a cry is like a bomb
bursting in mother's hearts
depresses the father's smart
Just this little loud cry
makes the mother's pain fly
bring the sweetest smiles
as the sounds goes on for miles!
In today's gigantic world
Not as in the times s old;
The cry is carried for miles
with less cherished smiles
From the time of cradle sleep
To the man's final eternal sleep
This cry prolongs in new modes
as life starts bearing its loads
Couple of years with infant cries and smiles
moves away softly and sweetly to miles
leaving the bewildered child
to face the true world that is wild
Inhuman, attitude everywhere,
for this, schools too do not spare
after years of mechanical schooling
existing ways are closed in hustling
Ambitious, minds turn hopeless
futures seem disgustingly aimless
No employment, every one did confess
in the world of materialistic mess
Communal calamities, worrying us
no where exists a coordinated bliss
If finally settled, troubles and troubles
keep in pestering as never ending pebbles
May be to face this ridiculous world
the Infant cried in its coming
out of black and calm filled world
May be he is not bold to make
in this mess, the finest gold
At last, he backs to an unknown world
as part of cradle to grave fold
The tears dropped at all aspects
Even at best respects
because of joy and splendor
In this world makes no one wonder
Yet, don't you agree with me
how lovely the cry of an innocent infant is to me!
If you can never love this graceful cry
you are sure not to love your playful life!