The Heavely Child

You come from the heaven,
As the wish of the daughter of the loam,
Who'd load up with glee,
When the feet touches the sea
Of the loam people are spawned,
And the Capers make you give them,
The wealth they yearn for.

But you, on the other hand,
Wherever enraged with them,
Make the waters overflow with anger,
Their hearts no longer filled with glee,
But lived in the flee,
And asks, 'Why am I to exile?
Why am I to suffer,
From the wish we wished?'

In a city a boy's mother,
Weep, 'This is the last meal we eat.'
She feeds him with her hand,
The boy'd ask, 'Why is it the last?'
Mother couldn't explain why,
But cry with her eyes till dry,
Feeding the dull meal to the dull boy.

Sometime later, when the waters,
Tenant the house of the dull boy,
And away else where they go,
But both know nothing about the way back
Their house which is not their,
Drowned with the past,
Orphaned the mother and child at last.

When the boy realized the happening,
He would cry saying,
'Hey Bhagwan! Have some mercy,
To the doom mother You created,
Now destroying with no real hate.'
So the boy prays one last time,
To the God to quell the colic child.