Ode to a Child

I.

Oh, baby! ‘T is a surprise

That with a cry, ye call me: nice,

Ages may steal thy innocence

‘T will be due to a bitter experience

Ah! A chance indeed to pursue

When ye screw up face for a strange few

Why ye keep thy fingers so closed

Nobody knows the fact yet to disclose

No stage or a role, yet we fall into a torpor

‘Lo!’, ‘Tis a babble and smile for God’s murmur

II.

Oh, baby! How ye find thou mom

And hide thy face in the crook of her arm

Why ye chew the corner of her saree

Till it becomes torn to make us feel sorry

Try and try: ‘Tis not time to say bye

Crawl and fall, O, baby don’t feel shy

Call thy mom to start

‘Tis a turn for all to take part

Fight, Fight! Till ye fly thy kite

‘Nev’r give up’, for ‘tis thy right.