I heard the cry of a child
like the faint bleating of a lamb
Like the tingling of bells
In the gelly balls,in the pictures of Lord Ganesha
I hear that innocent sobbing
When I look at the innocent
And cute faces of the children
I am, haunted by some memories
The violent and brutal beating
The ferocity of the hidden wolf
The serenity of the tears
All these are my days and nights
I beat and pat with the same hand
Is this that Cobra named male chauvinism?
Is it that contemptuous sadism?
Oh! my child! sleep well on my lap
I shall croon a lullaby for you
With the same mouth I use to curse you.
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