The cute little masters

The cute little masters


And finally they are out,
Those cute little masters ,
After so long in mothers' womb.
Ready for the new world out,
After so much of pain,
pain to the mothers,the labour pains.

We were one of them.
Born fresh born, so pure.
Through so many twists and turns.
Process so complicated.
Drenched all in blood .
Like these cute little masters

They cry as they are born,
Cry for what reason nobody sure.
Maybe for they miss inside.
But now in the cruel world,
Mabe for pain to the mothers,
May be for the labour pains.
They cry without tears and
They yawn,they sneeze
They play ,they babble after sometime
And then there is this time,
They smile,they laugh after some days
A smile after cry.
A laughter after cry.
And make people smile around.
Make them laugh,make them happy.

Have you ever thought?
What they think about?
What they feel like?
Think about themselves,think about us?
Feel about us, think about us,
May be they think a lot,
May they feel a lot.
A lot more than we do.
And they understand ,more than us.
But they never speak.
They just cry,they just smile.
And they teach,
These cute little masters.

There are these other kind,
Those unborn.
Those who are born but die.
What about them?
They are masters too.
The cute little masters,
Apparently dead but still alive.
Those who sacrifice their lives.
Who don’t want to come ,
to the world outside.


What do you say,
About those twists and turns,
In the process so complicated.
About us ,aren't they ?
About lifeline we walk through,
And those cry, those labour pains
They are about us, arent they?
And that blood shed,
They are about us. Aren't they?

They never speak.
As if they never think.
But they actually do.
And they do speak.
Those mysterious thoughts.
'Life so complicated'
They teach,they make us learn.
The world isn't beautiful enough.
The world not at peace..
The world not happy enough.

But,
These cute little masters,
Change as time passes.
Changed by this world outside.
Their mind infiltrated.
Everything changes ,
The way they think.
The way they feel.
They speak but never think
They shout but they never feel.

And there are few of them.
Who really try to change,
Change the world inside out.
The way world is.
The way it thinks.
The way it feels.
They speak they shout, they rebel
They rebel to change the world
They teach and they learn
Change the world,
'Let them be pure as they are,
The ones born fresh ,
These cute little masters.'

JYOTIPUNJA SURESH
INSPIRED BY LABOUR ROOM POSTING..