Monday, 12 March 2012

THE BABY RETURNS HOME


The baby returns from his uncle’s home,
The little baby holds its way with sweet voice,
That attracts all to care and love him
Like face on the sun to feel the earth,
In the fulfillment of fun in little gestures,
As if he is adult to feel and see the earth
On our way, with little body raising and twisting
All the moment at dusk and dawn,
Upon the body of life, upon the vast land,
With small movements that attract us
To see him grow, with strangeness of his
Little limbs moving with voice of expression unknown. 

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