I saw a girl with black moles

I saw a girl with black moles
and pimples all over her face.
A man with burnt face.

They were laughing in their company separately but were not happy.

Others laughed at them.
I didn't dare but cursed the time- the
biggest deceiver.

What is in the world
to be proud on?
Can it not happen to me as well?

My mother hates to hear word of my death.

My mother hates to hear word of my death.
In jest when for life I lost my faith.
For this my father scolded me a bit.
Something unusual within me, lit.
I felt I pricked something in his heart.
Why does their love so much falls in my part?
This is what parents feel about children.
In response they are pushed in dirty drain.
In imagination in lunar.
Can I think becoming Shrawan Kumar?

The Boy Smiles Out of Agony

Beside the corner of the way turning left
In a house- I often see almost
An eleven years old boy
Sitting on a chair, staring at the ceiling
Continuously, saliva falling out of his mouth,
Flies flying and gathering around.

The boy smiles out of agony
As if mocking the so -called Omnipresent,
Omnipotent, and Omniscient God.

As if asking - what is my fault?
If it is out come of sins of my past life;
Do I remember them?
Are you doing justice? Punishing me
without my knowledge of my sins?

The vacant charmless eyes have numbers of questions.
The mother still have rural- love,
For urban- love may take boy
As a burden.

The mother invests all her life
To cure him.
This courage itself is the victory
Of the mother and defeat of the cruel god.

When I Will Listen My Baby's Babble

When I will listen my baby's babble,
I will be exhilarated.
His round small face,
His big eyes and black hair,
His pointed nose and thin lips,
His beautiful and small mouth
Will make me forget every pain.

Playing with him my days and night will pass.
Bending over him on my elbows and knees,
I will talk to him.
He will push his little feet against my chest.
With his hands he will touch my face.
When he will yawn opening small mouth,
I will be spellbound.
I will tickle him blowing his belly with my mouth.
And he will laugh with sweet voice.

Weeks, months, and years will pass,
My son will grow happily,
And will gain good education in city,
And will do job being officer,
He will get married and will become father.
He will fulfill the fatherly duty.

But will he remember son's responsibility?
And have I myself satisfied my parents?
Isn't this the story of whole world?