I see my parents and others
Walking, talking and doing
So many things and bothers
Why so helpless is my being
I entirely depend on them all
And feel so gloomy and sad
If I try it gives painful fall
How long I must lie on bed
But one thing it tells me sure
Matchless servers parents are
With a heart so true and pure
In all weathers sweet and sour
Can I be ever like them at time
They need my help and care
Can I remember their rhyme
Ever be like them faithful fair
.....lovely innocent thought of a baby are well pictured through this poem, we actually love being helpless, and being served during our childhood, but serving once parents after growing is a matter of uncertainty. You greatly brought out the emotions even through this short piece.....
dear, you captured the same image, lovely, i appreciate it. thanks for sharing and for your comment.
A Baby’s Apprehension is a nice poem with beautiful rhyme and meaning!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! Sweet thoughts of sweet innocent baby. Lovely imagination. Thanks!