All feel happy while child takes birth
They watch feet with hope on Earth.
They say oh child you grow like moon,
Time giggles more hearing them soon.
Parents feel sure they stay in heaven,
Child crawls, smiles in old month seven.
Watching his growing stage all at noon,
Feed him rice bread they give him boon.
While he walks holding mother's hand,
Father plans for child for school to send.
Child grows to teenage, moves and plays
Watching parents, further time again says.
"Remaining you happy you do forget me,
I do pull his life span rope in hand you see.
While he takes birth with full of age span,
You tell me now he has lost few of it clan.
Some feel me with value, some do crime
He grows but losses more valuable time,
Motivating him towards matters, money
You do feed him daily milk, butter, honey."
Saying them time giggles more and more,
Asking them again, "How can cross the shore?
Without teaching God's knowledge what do?
Awake and nod before God, feel me all too."
Life takes birth as an innocent child. Parents guide. Characteristics of life grow influenced by society. Beautiful lines.
A beautiful rhyming composition. Love the concluding stanza. A nice job.
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Your poems expresses that universal role parents play in their children's lives. Proudly and hopefully watching them grow over time. Of course, eventually that child will grow up and have children and the cycle goes on. You personify time as ever-present and it seems benevolent. That's good. But in much western poetry time is the enemy of humankind. Just take Shakespeare's SONNETS, for example. Or Andrew Marvell who wrote in fear - AT MY BACK I ALWAYS HEAR TIME'S WINGED CHARIOT HURRYING NEAR. That's time as Death, whereas in your poem you give us Time as Life.