Mere looks at the hooks in my life
Makes me bruise the knee of my cruise
My life is full of strife
I just sit calmly and listen to the blues

Men and women chattering
I feel numb
My life is torn and confused
When from my mothers breast a suckling
I do not feel protected
Where do I go cuddling?
Am I  now too big to fit into my cradle basket!!

I Am grown to the open world
Where my Mother only hopes and prays
She prays "may her dreams never grow null''
"May she surpass turbulent gates"

I Am out in the solitude of the  bushes
The one with beautiful unwanted fruits
Free to pluck as it lay there rotten & languished.
I feel a connection there
Am I now like forest fruits
Beautiful yet unwanted?
I will go home and ask my mother
or perhaps mother nature
Why life and growth are so tormented!