Poem – How Happy We Were Being Infants… …
Photo credit: bobby from morguefile.com
Just like having everything, tuning own chant.
The moment when we took first step
How happy mumma would have been
Learnt how to move after falling at infants….
Would had not been that of preliminary cognition,
Without her with reasonable ease
Affection gets beyond the extreme of tradition
Whichever would be the phase,
Either having own kids or at any lent
How happy we were being infants.
Didn’t let suffer us meanwhile sacrificing own comfort
Regardless of distress wished only complaisance
Prior to our happiness, opted nothing to sort
With blessing to strengthen, try to keep her reliance.
Of course, a solace to blossom euants
How happy we were being infants.
The punctuality and determination behind
All of nurture to set up a base for bonanza
With noble sacrament let to find
A perception was tied like a stanza
All that of thy make me to feel special joints
How happy we were being infants.
Several up and down stages arrived to rock
But something was there, made itself a mock
Not a single moment left our hand
So that we could managed here to be stand
Nearly related to that like co-defendant
How happy we were being infants.
Now life has become so fast
Whatever we may gain is confirmed to exhaust
Recollect in mind when we were truly happy in past
If we get then it realizes not to pass at any cost,
If not then don’t think as complainants
How happy we were being infants.
While growing up we tried to clone,
The characteristics of father to shape
Everyone were fan of our sweetish tone
But now can’t get sleep alike in mumma’s zone
Not dissimilar that of clairvoyants
How happy we were being infants.
But! How oft, even now dreamt to be in lap
Feels to be prolonged, not to run over but snap
Ever if whooped, only in hunger still in hunger,
Is differ and to afar for a monger
As each one is son, peered to be concomitants
How we were being infants.
Back to posterior period of prosperit
Earlier phase of, spread all around world
Masses were like infants—no animosity
Wish with piety, we’ll make again that of world
Leading empire, the most graceful dominant
How we were being infants.
That was era, the kind of our kind
Glimmering land like star is smiling
Everywhere the greenery and contented wind
Guess what? Dreamt as gazing,
Wandering and buzzing with like interact-ants
How we were being infants.
As flee to bourn, to nab but rolled, then twirleth
It stares but grins, as moves anew then follows
Bend with while it sings a song seems as hiatus as a breath
I jump—hop as flipped as bounced, however it swallows
Entices but it’s a bliss, so comely like equilibrants
How happy we were being infants….
###
