Umbilical Cord

I am a least significant umbilical cord.
This makes me very sad....
I love the baby and the mother.
I wish to be with them longer.
All the wishes don’t turn true?!
My perishing is nothing new.
With birth of a baby I have to go.
This law makes me feel low.
Separating mother and babe is a sin!
It is done by throwing me in the bin.
Since ‘Adam and Eve’ age, this is committed.
Pulled out is the baby, well protected.
It cries aloud looking at the new world.
It feels very uncomfortable in strangers’ hold.
How it wishes to reenter mother?
Warm and cozy was her womb’s cover!
Connecting the new life with the mother was me.
The baby searches all around crying, where is thee?
Poor little one does not know I am gone forever.
To face this ugly world, it has to grow stronger.
For a while, parents will be its natural guardian.
After few years they will return to the pavilion.
The infant has a premonition from within.
Its predicament is diagnosed by none.
Helplessly, I am watching its suffering.
In the womb, it was happy and smiling.
If only I had a longer life span?
I would have protected the baby as much as I can!!!