V P Mahur

Freshman - 851 Points (Apr 16,1964 / Siyana (UP) , Bulandshahr, India)

Baby Of Fifty - Poem by V P Mahur

The wheel of time ceaselessly goes on
Making a man slowly and surely grown
But the accumulation of new things
Is not capable of a baby's heart to forlorn

Every soul has a baby hidden in a corner
Who wishes to come out at times
And desires to re-live his babyhood
And transcend into his very primes

Soft baby heart often says to me
Let me forget all the responsibilities
Let me go out of this ugly world
Let me shift into the world of cute babies

Let me sleep in my mother's soft lap
Let me cry loud for milk and toffee
Let me leap and shout with a balloon
Let me cry heartful at its bursting decree

Let me shout loudly for a shoulder ride
Let me show obstinacy of wandering in the streets
Let me break things for soft rebukes
Let me scold the elders with innocent treats

Let me play in the dirt for a while
Let me run away at mother's call
Let me disobey all the instructions
Let me ask for a candy and a ball

The baby in my heart misses the time
When nothing was bound and defined
Nothing was regular and particular
Love and affection remained all around

Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Composed on Aug 22,2014.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 24, 2014

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