Cries of a Child

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.