When I Become A Baby Again Poem by lalitha iyer

Lost my mother
and her love world;
but dreams she cherished
I do not let allow perish.

she showed me the sun
its perpendicular rays
golden lines drawn in our kitchen forays
the dust of life dancing on it in arrays.

she made me love the moon
jasmine and night air stirring me soon
I too sang with her those romantic notes
lyrics of past full of love and harmony boasts.

mother made me realise
how sweet is the world of wise
no killing and bleeding,
but loving and hugging
Wise love and kiss hearts, unbugging others.

She showed me how wealthy are wealthy
who love and be kind and make things around sound healthy
who live with every baby and bathe with every rain
in every tiny blade of green, she showed me fertile brain.

Now as I loose my memory and sanity
my ability to understand mundanity
and commercial world full of competitive insanity
I become a baby again, full of frights and fears in nightie.