Page 61 - Musings 2020

The Babyish Fame

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A new life has ushered in,
a great zeal and happiness.
Smiles and hums sprout in faces,
with immense satisfaction and merriness.

All lull themselves to halt,
at the sanctity of the peaceful sleep.
no matter what makes it great,
it is a Herculean peace in itself.

As the tot gets his eyes,
and his cold little breath to heave on us.
it gets on duty to make them robust,
to hack mom's sleep and make her rush.

Still the baby is alluring,
whatever be the score of his treachery.
He makes his presence quiet expressive,
by showing signs of disgust and misery.

But as seasons fall in bulk,
and as the time gains its speed.
The baby gets on to his feet as a grown up lad,
and there's no one to pay him heed.

Punishments and penance take toll on him,
and he's left with no reward.
Neither mom nor dad get addictive on him,
and this is when he feels so bad.

Be it a kid, a calf or a pup,
all sought baby-love and care.
But as they grow through the years and by,
penalty becomes a potential nightmare.

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