a baby's chat goes on and on
it does not stop it with it's mom
a dog in the street
a leaf or a flower
a chirruping bird
an ant or a butterfly
the moon in the sky
a baby's chat goes on and on
with everything under the sun
may be the moon winks back
the dog we see surely wags back
leafs flowers birds too may speak back
a language of theirs the baby has
all of us did speak it once
a text or scripture of it we have none
a unique one it is each one's
a baby's chat goes on and on
with everything under the sun
the mother deciphers most of what it is
the baby learns quicker than the mother does
the mother's sweet language
to chat with the mother it's eagerness
If only a baby could write insightful poetry....... Love this poem Sir Lakshminarayanan! 10/10
Its a well written piece though I felt the flow was a little inelegant occasionally.
A beautiful poem that speaks of a baby's chat, innocent like a flower, as green as a leaf, as pretty as a butterfly or bird - a unique poem that casts a spell. Thank you Samanyan for sharing such a delightful poem.
very well written makes you think and smile at the same time
DEAR SAMANYAN, THANKS FOR YOUR INVITE TO COMMENT ON AN INSIGHTFUL POEM. THIS SHOWS YOUR KEEN OBSERVATION AND PROFOUND EXPRESSION IN SIMPLE LANGUAGE. LIKED IT. A-10 FROM ME Rajkumar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Somehow I liked this poem more...For times to come every baby`s cry must be a sweet feeling; the true ethos of an identity very innocent.Thanks a lot.. you are an Asamanyan!