The little baby is in the reflections on unknown fear,
How it responds in his little mind we do not understand.
We do not know your fear, or everything unclear,
Nor we predict your hypnotic shares on worldly ambers.
We see your eyes only, which are seizure of images
Those are contents of the Arjun’s eyes pointed at reflections
To fish’s eyes, and the baby wants to shoot likewise,
The baby’s vision, the lotus spirit of heavenly gazing.
We only see drops of white tears coming down cheeks,
The tender stalks dwindling on soft skin, like diamond tears.