39. Mummy, I am your baby

Mummy I am your baby

I was infant and helpless,

Staring at you.

Innocent baby who couldn’t speak,

You were the feeder.

Without you, I was just a living toy.

Oh my mummy, I was only your baby.

A day came, You disowned me.

May be your compulsion,

Why was I punished for this.

You left me alone in the world,

When I couldn’t crawl.

Oh my mummy, I was only your baby.

I was in the orphanage,

Unaware of my past.

Tsunami of being disowned,

Has aftermath for entire life.

Though I got father mother, I was their adopted child.

Oh my mummy, I was only your baby.

Months passed, year passed and passed decades,

I was burning in the agony of partition of family.

Miles away from the soil where I was born,

Calling me as I growing old.

Day, weeks, months and years passed on,

I suffered the pain of separation and anxiety.

Oh my mummy, I was only your child.

Soil which was mine,

I am a foreigner here.

The place belongs to me,

No one is there to whom I can hug.

The evidence which I have,

It is buried under the time.

You may meet me or not,

Your decision always raise the question.

Oh my mummy, I was only your child.

Why did you abandon me????

We read novels, short stories and poems. Sometimes it’s romantic, sometimes it’s full of sorrow. Life is about truth and we have to face reality. The poem is about the reality of Sheela who was born in India. At the early stage her journey started. She was adopted by Belgium parents and traveled to Europe when she was not of two years also. Because of color and racism she learned her parents are not her biological parents which left her in agony of separation and anxiety. She grew up in the pain of separation. A mentally strong lady not only succeeded in her profession but at the same time she had a healthy married life where she raised her three children. She taught about her culture and values which were in her genes. In a continent where divorce rates are high she managed to run her family very well. She is in her 40’s and wants to connect to her roots. As I am giving company to find her family sometime I feel she is leading an operation in which success ratio is zero. It’s not a question of what will be the outcome. She should be appreciated for her effort. It’s not an easy task which she is carrying. I have experienced the pain. As a writer I could feel the same pain she is passing through. I will pray to god that he gives her strength to go forward in her life and find her family.

Bal Krishna Keshav

I thank Bal Krishna Keshav for his good writing skills. After two days of traveling, he summarized my story very well. I’m grateful that this writer came on my path. He is my new Indian brother: वह मेरा नया भारतीय भाई है