You are still wet clay
incomplete, too far away
Soon you will wake up to a day,
manhandled, pushed to the fray.
Are you listening, Maa?
They are sculpting your face,
shaping your eyes to see,
Do you know, you too are in the race?
The world has changed a lot,
I want to talk you into it,
It is scary and dangerous here,
your sons are full of guilt.
For five days you would be revered,
and then you will float in stinking waters,
Amid corpse and carcass, you will rot,
there is still time, give it a thought.