Société mondiale du nouveau-né
Chaque bébé compte!
Infan – see
Poem by Sonali Korde
He opened his eyes
All shiny and new
And was bewildered but intrigued
As he saw the faces of people rushing around amany
But heard just one voice that made him feel relieved.
He was pushed out
Of his safe and comfortable cocoon
Wish … he hadn’t been
With a force that could break a thousand bones
Had never been felt, nor been seen
Through slits of his eyes, he saw he lay out
As life was quickly sucked
When his lifeline, the cord, that tied him to her
Was with a snap, being heartlessly cut
He blacked out
But he heard the sound of a smack
Whence he was turned upside down
But slowly was slipping
Into a deep black hole
Miserably … without a sound
He caught a glimpse
Of himself,
in the mirror … far away
and cringed at the bloody sight
and his vision began to sway
He heard then someone’s muffled sobs
A voice he had often heard
Crooning to him over the nine long months
He had returned with gesture … every word
And then he gasped with another wack
And saw the room come alive
His wails like noise to his little ears
But like music that made dance those eyes
Slowly, he was wiped and cleaned and clothed
And placed in such loving arms a pair
That made him want to fall asleep
After the long struggle, without a care.
I love you, crooned the voice again
And he felt the love that made him diz
When he would rest near the overflowing breast
And hear the heartbeat akin to his.
He knew that there wouldn’t be a worry now
As she would lead the way
And now he would forever see
Nights
All followed by day
The infant sees …