A mother at floor pushes forth her baby
Come on, go ahead, the baby says, “Can I?”
The baby pesters
around with its pranks,
It jumps about
playing, crawling to and fro,
Toys keep piling up
the room with diapers and baby stuff,
It looks at others for
recognition at random,
Not knowing self cries in extreme hunger and pain,
Puts the finger in fire and smiles at flames,
It claps thinking it has achieved success in life,
Teaches the meaning of silence through screams and wails,
Innocence booms over and simplicity beams up,
Gazes at everything as wonders of the world,
Sleeps in peace, undisturbed permitting us access in our work,
I bet, its fun playing with a baby, caressing and...
We lose the world; forget ourselves
amidst all torrents,
When you are with, with, and only with
a BABY!!!
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