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My crying baby…

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English Poetry


She cries at the drop of a hat
like a little spoiled  brat.
Poos and soils her diapers
and is soon into frown she puckers.

There’s no time or clock in her dictionary
rare are the times she sleeps and remains stationary.
She’s hungry twelve times a day
though like us is made of clay.

Needs to be fed every now and then
she would suckle as long as she can.
Sleep now is under a lot of pressure
but just a smile from her is a true treasure.

Enjoying the night shifts as long as it lasts
with love we are doing our cherished tasks.
Now we know that what our parents went through
as she is giving us a lesson like a real Guru.


10 Comments

  1. Gion Gion says:

    Great write Krishna,
    the Guru’s lessons will last. When my son came along it all came back to me.
    Thanks for waking the memories of such wonderful times with this poem.
    Fergus

  2. Pramod says:

    Thanks Krishna for your time and of course more for your sentiments.
    Your introduction wrapped in poem is very good.
    Your this poem crying baby I hope will have one day your baby remember all and bridge the physical distances which are inevitable in modern world.
    Thanks.

    • krishna says:

      @Pramod, Thanks Pramod…
      Physical distance sure would be inevitable and more so cos she’s a baby girl… But it really doesn’t matter and I am not looking so far ahead…
      Thanks for your time and appreciation…

  3. parminder says:

    Gorgeous ! Exactly what we are going through with Myra , our grand daughter ! Enjoy this as much as you can for when they grow up each moment spent is a treasure ! 🙂

  4. medhini says:

    A nice poem, waking our old memories,Krishna.
    Enjoy your time with the baby.
    ‘Happy New Year’ to you and family.

  5. akash says:

    nice nice 🙂

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