The moment of my cry!
Still springing over me
As I ran back the glaring reminiscence
A funny fly touched my eye
An amazing feeling, body quivered
And a wave of hoarse sounds of infancy
Murmured in my ear
The nature made me dumb and blind
Though I was not my own creation
Blew in its light in freedom
My cry from birth to the third year
Were but a vague memory
I now rushed to find the moment
Whenever I was with my innocence
My mind recounted towards the years
And mind blows in a cool grin
Till silence prevailed
My birth to the land
The sacred gift of glory
The moment of closing eyes
It’s remained unchanged to see
As my ears were bearing echo
Keeping me on my past
Was I hurting my mother?
Oh! She was the pawn of nature
Her mind always in my eyes
And my innocent eyes playing
Beyond the world.
Tears in my eyes along with past
It stopped when I felt
Could I ever hear by my naked ears?
To make my mind as fair as blue sky
I ran my line along with moment
As free as highway in loneliness
To bring a point of my cry
To know what I didn’t hear
I should wipe out the teardrops
From my mother’s eyes
In my privilege over my past
Yet, I was living with my nature
In search of my dead moment
I shouted through my voice, forlorn
To see and feel my infancy
In my mother’s liberty
My eyes would gaze in her eyes
I would be transmitting my sound
Beseeching with a continuous echo
Staying beyond my privilege
Waiting for my dead moment.
