The baby cries
soon as it is born
perhaps it is a dawn
the peace is gone
nine months inside the womb
cosy and comfortable
now into the world of gloom
ugly and terrible
the rotation of the baby
on her own axis
made her smile like a Barbie
the doll in practise
a lovely one fashionable
now into the world of reality
she has to turn reasonable
as the people around are guilty
hurl stones at each other
throw looks of spite and jealousy\
easily inflict on one another
though with a semblance of ingenuity
that be the world the baby has to face
that be the place where she has to live
has to negotiate with the nuances in a chase
lest she would not be able to thrive.
Meenas Poems 