Why, Oh Why, My Mom, Don't See My Cry Poem by Sadashivan Nair

‘O' mom, ‘O' mom..
Am sweet baby,
Thou love the most;
Mom a preceptor and
Play partner of mine;
Cohered me in arms,
Never left alone;
Inspired me in each stage,
Taught me from crawling,
To walk then talk;
Stage by stage I learned
All primary needs of life;

Situation changed,
When reached at 4,
Mom shoved me to school,
From play school to Lkg, Ukg,
Then to grade one and so on..,
In my play and learning age;
Why, oh why, my mom,
Don't see my cryphotogrid_1487662551691;
I carry load of books,
More than my weight;
The purpose don't know yet;
I learn more, while I play,
Than cramming bulky filthy books;
As a cub learns chasing prey,
While in play with mom;

The torture doesn't end here;
I go to tuition, copy and paste,
From the books to brain;
Cram lessons over and over,
Rehearse verbally and write,
Until Ego of mom or teachers,
Is quenched;

Scares me, haunts in dreams too,
The stress and mental agony,
Is severely painful and tiring;
The pain I endure,
During school and home work,
Is more torturing,
Than hardship of a child worker,
In farm or factory;

Can you spare us some freedom,
For our own dream, creative plays,
To evolve our own instinct;
We are kids, don't bury us,
Under your snide ego,
And heavy unneeded books;
As even eagle before the prey,
Pinpoints distance, speed, timing,
And agility of the prey and self,
Without the help of mathematics
In books;
Animals too know the saving,
Leftover for future,
After quenching hunger,
Without the books of economics,
We are taught;
The experience teaches,
Than the books;

© sadashivan nair