the baby cries
with a single syllable
you wonder upto skies
and offer all things and lies
you offer pen
it asks to write
you write on palm
it wants to lips
you offer a flower
it shrieks for more
by the time you add
it swallows down the bud
you show the moon
if it is not noon
it looks down to earth
and want it to come to path...
you whistle to distract
it cries for mews of cat
you elephant become
it kicks you at horse speed
all tired, when you are done
then you realise the play
the child was crying for attention
nothing in focus, but only added attention.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem