O Baby, O Baby, Come Back To Your Home Poem by Sadashivan Nair

A mother mourned,
On teen daughter's note,
Wrote before leaving home;
'Hey mom!
Am leaving your home;
You don't understand,
Our generation and our needs,
Can't fit in your archaism mind';

Mom wept bitterly,
Laying her head on it;
'Hey' baby, 'U' baby,
'O' my sweet heart;
What have you done?
You are precious boon,
The God blessed to us;
The day of your birth,
Was blessing,
Of hope and reason,
To live rest of our life;
The tough words we used,
Wasn't to hurt you;
The only intention,
Was your righteous growth;

Life isn't the way you see,
You are tender and dovelike,
In your unknown world;
All glittering phenomenal
Is not shining star;
The sparkle or sheen,
You perceive is temporal,
Drags you into its marsh;
Vulnerable to labyrinth,
Can't escape out,
Once drown into its murky plot;
The teen age is so vulnerable,
You don't yet know,
What is right, what is wrong;
I am your mother,
Gave you birth,
Fed you breast till it pained;
Came from my womb,
You are me, only me,
Don't hurt yourself;
Come back to your home;

© Sadashivan nair