The New Born Called Dawn

The new born was found

In the open paddy field

From the morning winds

It had nothing to shield

The moment after its birth,

 Offered to Mother Earth

Whose baby it is?

No one says it’s his

No one says it’s hers!

Wrapped in tattered rags

Shivering and cold

Abandoned to fate and death

By arms that should warmly hold

Someone male and

Someone female

Produced it in lust

And threw it away in disgust

Presuming it a curse!

Its limbs were tender like petals

To escape it had no choice

It had learned no language

To protest, it had no voice

It lay on the grass

Suffering its breaths to pass

Got hate in place of love

 Soil under the sky above

The winds as its nurse!

The new arrival was spotted

And brought under the farm shed

Received by the foster home

And laid in a warm bed

Children gathered to the scene

To look at the creature weak and lean

Guessing, wondering, whispering to find

The reason of an apparition of this kind

A past that was more or less theirs!

The baby was named Dawn

As it had arrived with sunlight

Then handed over for adoption

To give her a future right

To the hospital it was taken

With pneumonic condition

On its lips flashed a faint smile

 Perhaps to thank the doctors a while

Before leaving for hearse!

Xavier Bage

Tues, 9 Feb 2016.