As I sat at a table
Eating curry and rice
When came a young woman
With a child in her arms
Sat in a chair near me
Her child began to cry
My eating was disturbed
It was her child, not mine
Why should I bear the noise?
A voice inside answered
Don't get disturbed by it
Treat it as sweet music
Song of a new born child
My inflamed mind chastened
Loved the miracle of life
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Sound of crying of a newborn child is very pleasant as sweet music and this does not disturb mind rather fills mind with sympathy for child. Interestingly penned emotional poem is shared here....10