First Cry, First Question
The baby's first cry ‘Kuan', 'Kuan"
After falling from mother's womb
Perhaps, ask a question
‘Where have I come? '
It is not the warm world
Where I was sleeping without care
It is so cold here.
I seek for the warmth I have left
Then I am led to my mother's arms.
What do I feel inside my stomach?
Is it hunger or thirst
I seek for an answer
Then I am led to mother's breast
When mother's milk flow into my mouth,
I question, is it the nectar
I was searching for?
I grow
And I want to know
The things all around me'
My mouth can not utter
The words people are speaking.
I only babble in unintelligible sounds
With my questioning eyes.
I recognize my mother first
From the smell of her body
and from her loving warmth.
Then I start questioning myself
‘What is it? ', 'what is that? '
Who is he, who is she
Why have I come here
Where shall I go
I am too small to get answers right now
I may get answers to some
Some answers may never come
But this life is filled with questions
Till it reaches the ultimate destination
3) but now I am an old man with all the time at my command. So, I hope could spend time with and for my granddaughter… thank you Bharati.5* and added to MyFavouritePoems
2) . ….. I had no quality time to spend with her, nor could I earnestly watch and support her growing up. I regret that I missed her growing up years…
I have a baby granddaughter, just a month old. As a first-time grandfather, I know, I understand what Bharati speaks of in her beautiful poem. When my daughter was a little child, I had no quality time…
The maturing of childhood is so brilliantly reflected in the maturing of your awe-inspiring poetry. Bharati, this is a truly magnificent work of art!
A gem of a piece! Life is full of questions. Children are full of curiosity. A person's journey through life may bring answers or it may add to the questions. A thought provoking piece depicting life through the eyes of a new born. Kudos!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pleasant journey from the womb to this world, which is merely a mask and a testing ground. How skillfully you came up with the concept and turned it into a beautiful poem. Full *****Full *****