Baby of Sporadic Deliberation

Open my diminutive eyes,

God! I want to perceive my mother

Where am I brought to?

strange land, repeating patterns

Encircling crowd 

Cries of newborn akin to me

Some people in white

Do I know what colour is as I noted white

Open my eyes unreservedly

.Why so miserly in doing so?

As if deliberately trying to me to show what you feel.

I am your child, God

Resolutely overlooking the same and pricking my mind like anything

Making me cry, making dubious

Bringing me to an edge

From where no roads start

Why so heartless God

A sort of eerie hunch when I think of you God

Why making me cry and laugh while in trance

And preparing me to tumble into the hidden abyss somewhere in future

You seem so abstruse to me at times

Caressing me with your feather touch of love

Opening up new vistas of hope

Elevating me to a great stature

And let me go deep down so swiftlyWhere are you guiding me,

you or into you

Sometimes why do you recant some of my pals onto your lapDo you love them more God?

I can see you in the eyes of some feeble ones

In the eyes of infants like meIn the sweet milk of my mother

In the authentic imprints, you left around me

Oh God! I believe in you

S hower on me and my pals and near and dear ones and all around the never-ending benevolence

Give me the sharp weapon of valour to endure the burden of failure

Oh God! Keep my eyes always open

Until I embrace the eternal silence from this murky envelope

Let the open eyes be my tribute

To the unknown ocean of tears 

Hanging on a pricking bed of boundless derision.