Changing Thoughts

Her first cry, With first breath, I read, She was thinking, I am unsecured, I have been in a safer place, My days, my nights, Will now depend, On breathing in, And breathing out, Just now I have survived, From most critical moment, Of my life, When I started breathing, Myself in a world, Where air is polluted, Where water is polluted, Where food is polluted, Whereat if I am sick, I will have to take, Slow poisons, The antibiotics! I read once again, Sweet smile on her lips, She was playing in a garden, With her friends and foes, She was plucking the flowers, Colorful fragrant, And while she was running, To chase butterflies, A foe interrupted, By his naughty leg, She fell down on the greenery, A friend rushed to her, Raised her from the grass, Wiped her tears, Cleaned her frock, And kissed her cheeks, She thought, Life is lovely, World is beautiful, With a loving friend! Then I read her, When she was in her teens, A princess of beauty, The owner of planes, The Lady of hills, Night in her hairs, Days in her cheeks, Stars in her eyes, Roses in her lips, Warmth in the winter, And cold in the summer, In the soft lovely palms! Acid in her tears, That can melt the stones, Passion in her smile, That can mend universe, When she saw her image, She started thinking, I need someone, To love and admire, Or otherwise, This beauty is worthless, And she got him when, She started thinking, Life is charming, Gift of Nature! I read her, In her bridal dress, Shocking pink shirt, With a moon like face, Heavenly grace, Ornaments like stars, Smiling eyes, With dreams of a night, With love and passion, Sentiments and emotions, Warmed up planes, Volcano in the hills, Settled hairs, Excited with a wish, To scatter on the shoulders, Of a loving groom! She was thinking, How lovely, Will be days and nights! I read her, With a baby in her arms, No more a child, That ran behind, Colorful butterflies, No more a girl, In her lovely teens, Seeking music and dance, Being thirsty of romance, No more a bride, With exciting dreams, Of a lovely wedding night, The planes were static, But with dynamic hills, She was thinking, Whereat I can get, An isolated corner, To feed my infant, My love is hungry.