My Tiny World Poem by Sadashivan Nair

My tiny world;
It's different,
From thy world;
Yet to learn,
Can't speak,
can't crawl,
Can't even understand
that thou speak;
No religion, no race,
No holy, no sin,
No piety, no hell;
Nor any worldly misuse;
It's only mama, me and,
Mama-mu, mu-mum... paradise;
Thou can't stand my cry,
Pick me up,
Hold tight to thy supple chest;
Fondle me until,
My eyes are shut;
Kiss me from face to feet,
Until lips open wide in smile;
Mama's cosy lap,
Paradise of my tiny life;
Dripping saliva out of mouth,
With no tooth inside,
I sound blu-bla, bla-baa-boo,
Raise my hands,
Sway over my body;
Jiggling legs gesture,
Take me into thy arms;
Thou hold close to thy chest,
It's warm comfy safe;
My hunger crave,
Rises from inside,
I sound Ba-bu, bu-bu-boo,
To suckle nectar
From thy mammary gland;
Mildly embellish me,
Till thou feel am in sound sleep;
Mom is relief,
Secures my life;
Wanes my aching pain,
When thou around;
Mom is faith, religion,
Mom is my world;

© sadashivan nair