In places you are cold,
Some places you are hot
However you are, you are surfers delight...
You are such a relentless performer,
Sometimes playful, sometimes such a charmer…
Sometimes moody, at times a downer,
Yet to your magnificence everyone surrender…
To me..
You look like a gigantic potion,
Deep and mystique like God’s strongest emotion..
Tiny hands, yet giving planet of strength
Tiny Feet, yet giving assurance to tread ahead…
Tiny eyes, yet sparkling universe of hope
To some, a world full of happiness, in you rope…
Then how come you are trash-canned
From living a life, you are completely banned…
Quite un-ceremoniously you are dumped
A life, even before taking-off is totally slumped…
O Baby…
If you had a voice, you would’ve cried out
If you had a choice, you’d have said ‘With my life, don’t you mess out’
But you lie in the dumps, with your Angel face
Like a victim of this in-human race..
- Deeply troubled and Inspired by news on TV channels, News papers about ‘a new-born baby found in trash-can’
