When I See a Baby so Loved

The Parents
The Parents

When I see a baby so loved in the arms of its mother
I reflect on the pain this mother will surely endure,
for as soon as the road she paved for our freedom is ready,
running, we never look back from the world and its lure.

Off to dance in a world for which she tried to prepare us,
so much pain we’ll inflict before it’s all said and done
– as we’ll live in our own way and on our own terms
– our words act as bullets, and our intellect as guns.

We never concern ourselves with their sacrifices
for that is part of the deal, if not part of the fun,
but let us not fully neglect the love that they gave us
and every once in a while act like decent daughters and sons;

thanking our mothers for the trouble they’ve endured
at the hands of those they’d call their most ‘blessed ones.’

Happy Birthday Mom!

The Brats
The Brats

About the author

I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter.


  1. As I started reading your newest post this morning, I thought “He’s writing a poem to ME!” What an awesome birthday present. Thanks Sreejit!!!! Love, Mom

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