The Baby
Imbibing the cosy warmth
Within protective tender walls,
God infuses His ordained
Breath into the tender balmy,
Careless and gyrating inside,
Its eyes closed , soon to
Open in the shaggy ,cruel world,
Kicking the mother from within,
kick bats in the near future,
sometime or the other,
once the flower blossomed,
mother pours kisses unbounded,
Kisses are simply Blessings,
The spongy baby sleeps,
Innocence sleeps, sleeps.
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