Cries Of A Child Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Baby is crying,
Call back my Mummy,
The only thing he asks,
That actually melts all.
It is the one and only demand;
I have no answer,
Nor reasonable nor sound;
I bend my head in abhorrence,
"I have no answer, "
Under the violent sun,
There is no love,
To replace a yelling mummy,
Even rainbows, moon and stars,
Cannot deck a simple seed,
Maybe he gets,
All life's pleasure,
"But who will take you to school,
When you don't want to go."
I shiver with the thought,
Under a violet sky,
His mummy was separated,
By the callus transfer by bank.