Nostalgia ....Maa

Warm, cosy nest for months nine,

All was well, glowing and fine.

When it came time,

I became object of mime, mime and mime.

Caught by the little fingers,

Safe from the mischief mongers,

You lead me to your breasts

When I was made to rest.

Nectar of honey,

Primarily without comfort and money.

You made me comfortable,

So that I became able.

Time passed with the cool breeze,

All seemed like a soliloquy.

When I look back,

The question is where and why? Where and why? Where and why?

Deep in my heart,

I yearn for you,

Deep in my soul,

I drown in a pool.

Time.... Time.... Time....,

Give me back my time.... my time.... my time....,

Maa.... I miss you many a time.