Cradle- That’s life

On 28^th march 1990, I was born,

So little was I, wrapped in a pink blanket,

I was brought to my mother all clean,

And was put in a cradle,

A little wooden rocking cradle,

For a little sweet baby me!

My daddy came in to see his child,

Admiring my little hands, so mild,

He was lost in a new fathers’ world;

Looking at me seeing him from the cradle,

Yawning with my small mouth open,

My dad felt, to him I had spoken!

I grew up playing in my cradle, time passed,

With dolls, teddies and ribbons,

I slept there in my baby bed;

Protected in a pink mosquito net,

And cried out for my mommy,

As I got up… “Maini”, that’s what I said.

Now that I am a grown up adult,

A cradle is no longer my meaning of security,

As it was then, when I was an infant,

Now, the world seems like a cradle to me,

With the ups and downs, oscillating,

Alternating, and swinging me.

Looking at my life as a cradle,

I wish to play with the obstacles,

Those come my way… just to make,

This world a better, a lovelier place,

For everyone in it to live in,

And be cheerful and smiling like a baby,

THROUGH OUT IN MY “CRADLE”!!

-- Mridula.N.Murthy