Own agony is released
capturing the baby's moments.
Due to baby's love and bliss,
we're more for babies than ourselves.
Doing something atypical,
your baby takes away the anguish.
Because, he loves doing it
and edifies you, to love him.
Smile of a child changes your mood,
his peculiar play pulls the eyes.
His questions ponder your mind,
sometimes you give wrong reply.
Your babe makes your cloth shabbier
but yet you feel happier.
Ah! could see again and again
his acts; naughty and prettier
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem