A Visit To My Origin

White pages looked at me back,

What should I write I am turning blank.

Then my thoughts moved to past,

when all were happy at the last.

Lost in the thoughts I begin to write,

I was there when darkness faded by hospital's light.

Yeah! How beautiful it is,

To visit the place which is my origin.

It is the quadri-pillar inside which I cried,

It is the bed at first where I laid. 

Eyes were opened wide wondering how to speak,

No Words came from the Cord finally got my thumb to lick.

Hey! Here is the Sister Nurse,

On whom I pissed less or some.

There is the Doctor who signed to me at night nine,

Returned me to my dear one, mother of mine.

After she tolerated so much pain,

The rain showered out of her face.

Not with sadness or anger,

But with joy and happiness for a newcomer.

Oh! My mother You are my life dear,

It's you who suffered the pain only to keep me near.

It gives me a lot of peace and makes me relaxed.

Whenever I go back from present to past.

Oh! God bless this time,bless this place, Bless my mother for her pain.

Who made me here to write this poem but without her own gain. 

How beautiful this is to visit my origin place,

To get back the 28th midnight of January feeling the grace. 

How happy my father was,

At the same time 22 years back.

How wonderful this time and place is,

Just look at the face of my father and the smile his. 

How beautiful this hospital is,

A living piece heaven of peace for me.

It's me whom the whole world loved without any rage,

But it's true that it keeps lowering with my elevating age..

Wish I could get that moment back,

When someone loved and cared me without any lack. 

But thanks to people who still love me,

Not only parents but also some special people owes me.

Let's conclude the memory,

have to sleep after closing this diary.