Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Baby and the breast


Gazing the Mama’s breast with tender greed
With curiosity, baby sucks the artificial nipple
'The feeding bottle’ and kicks the pram with cry
'Unheard whispers, lord! I must be breast fed’
The Great mother to maintain the beauty and youth
And texture of Girlish look, didn't cared, a folly
Of thought that kills the legitimate right of a baby.
‘Crime of murdering thousands of babies without breast
Suckling must suck the breast to ease the pain, O baby
Mother must offer you a lap and the breast, a love levy.
I will plead for thy cause baby, heaven nedtar must you have
I prithee, O Lord! Neglected baby’s mom’s sack, a wavy

Ah, who says slowly- slowly we are becoming wild!
Wild, a loving creature, they love and feed the baby
Should we called a wild? Why to blame lovely wild?
As we discarded the nature and so if nature then, . all piled
O Mother, thy love and care is a charity on to humanity
If ye will not care to me, who will care you for infirmity
Worry not, thy youth is youth forever and ye are the mother
Is there anything on earth more beautiful than a mother?

Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 30, 2013

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  • Ozark Mountain Homegrown (8/25/2013 12:25:00 PM)

    I love this poem....To suckle from the breast is so much more than just nourishment for the body but also nourishment for the soul...Loves embrace... (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (7/14/2013 6:06:00 PM)

    OK. i just read the comment i left below this one and i see i DID make a mistake! in the following:
    ...in the u.s.a. the is/was a candy bar called Baby Ruth....i meant to write THERE is/was....

    i see poemhunter did not keep the quotation marks i used in my first comment....too bad.

    AND now that i have read my comment about the last two lines, i feel you mean that the baby who did not get
    breast fed is telling its mother that it is ok. he or she (the baby) will still always be the mother's child, and the mother will always be the child's mother. and the author and/or the baby is saying that mothers are wonderful.
    well done. bri (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (7/14/2013 5:58:00 PM)

    i have questions about these parts of the poem: (i liked your bio and might not go to as much trouble as i am going to here if i hadn't read about your interest in suggestions about your use of english)

    didn’t cared: try didn't care ; a wavy: i do not know what a wavy is unless it is a term used in your area to describe a breast which swings something like a wave (such as a wave of water) ; all piled: what does this mean? ; If ye will not care to me, who will care you for infirmity: i suggest writing if ye will not care FOR ME....and who will care for you in your infirmity (old age) or when you are old; baby Ruth’: what does this mean? ....in the u.s.a. the is/was a candy bar called Baby Ruth (maybe named for the very famous american baseball player Babe Ruth) ; Should we called a wild? : the whole part in which you use the word wild is not well understood by me. do you care to explain? and, depending on what you mean by should we called a wild? , i would write it as should we be called a wild? or should we call he/she/it a wild?

    in the next two lines:
    Worry not, thy youth is youth forever and ye are the mother
    Is there anything on earth more beautiful than a mother?

    i'm not sure i know what you are saying because, to ME, thy youth is youth forever could mean two things. it could mean your [the mother's] young physical appearance and/or emotional condition will remain young forever....OR.... your baby/child will be your baby/child forever.

    ALSO, i thought the last two lines got away from the theme of breastfeeding, and therefor they seemed out of place to me.


    i like the poem, but of course i would probably like it more if i understood it better. i wonder if Indian readers have an easier time understanding it. thanks for sharing. if you have specific questions about english usage...spelling, verb tenses, idioms, grammar, etc. feel free to ask...........but i am NOT an EXPERT and make mistakes at times even though i have spoken english for 60 years. and i don't know all the words. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (7/12/2013 6:48:00 AM)

    Wow this is a very lovely poem. Nothing can compare
    with the love that is shown between mother and baby.
    When time to be fed whether its by breast or bottle there
    still is a special bond that develops. I truly enjoyed this one.
    Well said Aftab. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (4/13/2013 10:46:00 AM)

    Another lovely poem Aftab. The time spent as a baby on the most important time. (Report) Reply

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