Life is so simple when you are a child....
Your cry is wild but your bottom mild
Many times you make your parents mad,
If you’d slept what they could have had.
Just as the engines were revving up.
You throw up burps or a nappy hiccup.
Backward wheeling in ‘memory machine’ into infanthood… Fine scribble 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
not being obsessively nostalgic, but we can't really retreive those simple days!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now cries are hidden and hearts are stones... A sweet, sensual piece of work.