The Cries Of My Baby. Poem by Saravana Kumar

The Cries Of My Baby.



You had left behind a cute sweet little soul on your way into heavens,
She is now blossoming into a beautiful rose like those in the gardens,
In a world which did not give me anything other than assurance of pains,
She has become a source of happiness, an oxygen on which my life sustains.

Every morning I wake up and walk up to her bed to see her beautiful face,
She just stands up with a nice smile and jumps giving me a tight embrace,
For a moment I forget all the pains hidden deep inside my broken heart,
She is my inspiration, a hope on which every morning a new life I start.

Though like a puppet my moments are controlled by the sorrow inside,
She just brightens my nights, with her innocent antics by lying beside,
There is always this look on her face, which says you are still alive,
Always whispering to me 'She is your life, and please for her survive'.

Every time she sees you in the photo, she turns and slowly gives me a kiss,
No matter how much i love her, you will be the one she will dearly miss,
Whenever she runs around the home, I feel she is always on the look out,
Searching for her mummy in all corners, thinking she is just hiding about.

How am i going to answer the questions someday she is going to throw?
She is definitely going to ask me, 'Where is Mama, Dad? ' as she will grow,
There is always a fear, for how long i can lie to her you're still around,
From the time she was born, she has been desperate to just hear your sound.

I will fulfill her every desire but how am i going to get her Mama back,
Every time i see her crying, my heart just breaks and my days turn black,
I know you are watching her every move sitting up there in the heavens,
Make sure this rose sees only sunshine and doesn't wither in the gardens.

It is hard to understand my life's tale but I will try being her best Dad,
No matter how painful life gets, I'll always be happy for her and not sad,
Someday you will be forced to come down to earth; I am not sure but may be,
For I know, you won't remain quiet for long hearing 'The Cries of My Baby'.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Analou Pabalate 08 September 2007

very fatherly...................................quiet......................but so noisy.............

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