My Mother

a poem by Sukesh

I was born with a loudly,
crippling, screaming voice of my mother,
while giving me birth.

Her cry was hard
with all her dreams put forward
I was out of her womb
from a red bloody bed.

It was she my mother
who rolled me out to see
such a beautiful world.

She had a high relief of extension
to lag me out of all pain
at last she smiled at the end
to see coming out.