Monday, 12 March 2012


The baby returns home from his uncle’s house,
The little baby sounds all way with sweet voice,
That attracts all of us to care and love him
Like face on the sunlight 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 thinking, with little body raising and twisting
All the moment at dusk and dawn,
Upon the terms of life, upon the vast land,
With small movements that attract us
To see him grow, with strangeness of his
Little limbs moving with unknown expression . 

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