A little baby (go back »)

There once was a time, when I was in the crib,

Of the one who kept me, being short of one rib,

When compared to the man, to the masculine figure,

Who was my father on earth, although another was bigger,

And another was smaller, I talk of none but myself,

At a time when I was tinier, than the tiniest shelf,

I could neither talk nor walk, I could hardly move,

I was fixed in a prison, which never failed to soothe,

My nerves as I lied, in a new hostile world,

Where the furniture and toys, were like huge creatures,

In my mind which would twirl, from a state of rest,

To a state of unrest, as these lifeless features,

Seemed to threaten my sanity, into insanity itself,

Though there was one person, I could rely on, for help,

She could feed me and nurse me, at the ringing of a yelp,

I was dependent on she, who brought me to this place,

This place of shapes and colours, which I could not explain,

This scope of existence, which I had yet to embrace,

In my subconscious and conscious, in the midst of all the pain,

Which comes with helplessness, with confusion and loss,

Which comes with the acceptance, that I’m no longer the boss,

Of my climate, my setting, and my surroundings,

This place where dad’s king, and where mommy’s the queen,

Ever since I came on earth, not knowing how long it’s been,

Since my last meal, such thirst, but the attachment is stronger,

Between myself, and my mother every time the breast flashes,

Finding myself being nourished, hunger crumbling to ashes,

Sense of comfort coming back, every time that the manure

Is wiped off, my ass is clean, all that mass just felt so mean,

Sense of wonder as I see, things get smaller below me,

As my brother lifts me up, giving me a bird’s eye view,

Of the world which is my room, in my mind the joy will bloom,

Into bliss, all was good, all was easy as they stood,

All round me, all was nearly, fully misunderstood,

In that mind of mine but hey, all was blessed I have to say,

Life was food and fun and wonder, each and every single day,

Mixed with fears and much confusion, but I know things were okay,

Coz I now look back, after looking at the present,

And I know they did well, God gave me a real present,

By sticking me in this place, so just ponder, and maybe,

You’ll see what life was like, when I was a little baby.

In Poetry