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My First Poem

Ambling along the path,
My hands felt the cold
My knees felt the softness
My eyes longed for the texture
My heart raced for the color.
.
I was left alone
Little did I know what loneliness meant
Din't know what opportunity was
My mouth watered.
A curve appeared in my toothless face
I made a gurgled sound.
.
My arms and legs gained vigor
I raced,
I reached;
My hands had its own mind
It stuffed me
There were none to say 'No'.
.
I felt it coarse
My tongue rolled
My mouth spit
My eyes followed my soiled hands;
My forehead frowned
My eyes teared;
.
I looked up searching
There were none
I mumbled in my language,
None heard it;
Instantly I had this cry...
The cry of a wailing child.
.
It was heard
There she was
I recognized her
In my 'gaga gu' language
I cried Mommy...
.
She came
She cuddled;
I showed her my colored hands
She looked at me
Her hands wiped my mouth
Her face showed a concern
I saw this strangeness in her face
She noticed my puzzled look,
She smiled genuinely
And golden words came out.....
.
My son, Don't cry
For what you had done;
But smile
For what you had eaten;
It is the soil.........
Of your first mother......
"Mother India"
.
My eyes stopped watering
It sparkled clean
My smile returned
I looked at her
She gave a kiss
And cleaned me.
.
I never questioned
Coz I did understand
What.......
"Mother India" meant to me!
It meant infinity
.
Now....
After 23 years
I know what opportunity is
I know what loneliness means
I know what soil is
.
But.....
I also know how happy,
How fullfilled
My heart would be
.
When....
When I kiss my Mother
"Mother India"
When I land in Her arms.
I long for that moment,
Which would make me
Proud enough
To shout to the world
"I am a son of Mother India"
posted by Hariharasudhan Cd at Friday, October 27, 2006

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