I will be honest.
When I entered this world I cried and they all marvelled and attended every need of mine.
Since then, I have learnt the art of crying;
The calm cry, the piercing cry, the fake cry, the wondering cry, the boredom cry
The list goes on and on.
It’s the language of crying.
When I awake I cry so that someone attends to me
When I soil myself, I cry so that someone cleans me up
When I am hungry I cry so that someone feeds me
When I want to sleep I cry so that someone sings me a lullaby
When I am not well I cry so that someone looks into it immediately
When I am in pain I cry so that someone eases the pain away
When I wake up I cry just to let someone look into my schedules
When I want a cuddle from mum or dad I cry and they take turns to deliver
I love the art of crying, though I sometimes I abuse it.
Do I really have to cry to get things done?
I have been out here three weeks now
But still unless I cry they tend to relax
And move according to their own times.
Oh, I’m all alone in my room
Where is everyone?
I hear them talking, I want my mum
By now you all know what I’m going to do now…