O infant just out of womb
What are your thoughts
Of this world?
Who makes you to smile?
What your plans are for today
Or for morrows?
Why this cry at birth?
Did not like to exit cosy comfort of
Mother's womb?
Ever faulty are our guesses
Of your cries and smiles.
O god grant me
The power to read
The language of infants!
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