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why do you rob me
of my ga-ga…s and gu-gu…s?
trespass into my bliss-zone?
we’ve been cooing to each other,
god knows for how long…
you and i know
my needs are simple
you and i know
why i cry:
hunger, pain
wetting and shitting
attention and amusement
can there be trickery
in my infant smile
innocent tears…
that you want a device
to know me better…
don’t we already share
a mysterious bond
that keeps the world going…
that makes the world
a better place to live?
indira
10may05
(after reading a news item in today’s 'the hindu' on Japanese attempts to develop a device that can read baby’s feelings and translate its babbling so that parenting is made easier. Don’t you think it would make matters worse for us adults?)
indira babbellapati
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