First Cry, First Question

First Cry, First Question The baby's first cry ‘Kuan', 'Kuan" After falling from mother's womb Perhaps, ask a question ‘Where have I come? ' It is not the warm world Where I was sleeping without care It is so cold here. I seek for the warmth I have left Then I am led to my mother's arms. What do I feel inside my stomach? Is it hunger or thirst I seek for an answer Then I am led to mother's breast When mother's milk flow into my mouth, I question, is it the nectar I was searching for? I grow And I want to know The things all around me' My mouth can not utter The words people are speaking. I only babble in unintelligible sounds With my questioning eyes. I recognize my mother first From the smell of her body and from her loving warmth. Then I start questioning myself ‘What is it? ', 'what is that? ' Who is he, who is she Why have I come here Where shall I go I am too small to get answers right now I may get answers to some Some answers may never come But this life is filled with questions Till it reaches the ultimate destination