When born, I knew not to talk,
Then I grew to talk
And now I talk the Nothing.
When born, I knew not to walk
Then I grew to walk
And now I walk the Nothing
When born, I knew not to eat
Then I grew to eat
And now I eat everything
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Dear Sajad, Its a nice short poem. This one for you: 149. Unique Creation O Creator of all! Just tell me clear From where You brought the stuff To create a mother So full of endurance And so tough To bear all the hardships Of bringing up .................. ..................... read full text on my page. I invite you to read my poems and give your views. Thanks!