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O Baby, O Baby Come Back To Your Home
A mother mourned, On teen daughter's note, Wrote before leaving home; "Hey mom! Am leaving your home; You don't understand, Our generation and our needs, Can't fit in your archaism mind"; Mom wept bitterly, Laying her head on it; 'Hey' baby, 'U' baby, 'O' my sweet heart; What have you done? You are precious boon, The God blessed to us; The day of your birth, Was blessing, Of hope and reason, To live rest of our life; The tough words we used, Wasn't to hurt you; The only intention, Was your righteous growth; Life isn't the way you see, You are tender and dovelike, In your unknown world; All glittering phenomenal Is not shining star; The sparkle or sheen, You perceive is temporal, Drags you into its marsh; Vulnerable to labyrinth, Can't escape out, Once drown into its murky plot; The teen age is so vulnerable, You don't yet know, What is right, what is wrong; I am your mother, Gave you birth, Fed you breast till it pained; Came from my womb, You are me, only me, Don't hurt yourself; Come back to your home; © Sadashivan nair
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