Life runs with vision to fall down on Earth
by Bhargabi Dei Mahakul
Mother holds to dandle after the birth.
Lap to lap ladies transfer and give love,
Many wait to watch smile just like clove.
They feel happy but child cries at the rate,
Child too loves them all never does hate.
In each second he remembers his past,
God remains in his mind, idea does last.
While starts speaking many take out fun,
He hides, plays with sand, mother does run.
Behind him she searches her childhood days,
In half word speech mom, mom a child says.
Hearing call mother's heart fills in emotion,
She does pick up in to her lap with affection.
Washing mud and sand from body she says
Oh my child you see in East coming sun rays.
Child collects conch shell, leaf, flower sure,
Very much innocent child remains in pure.
Mother being first teacher teaches to sing,
God's song in chirping of child ever does ring.
In wonder creation childhood is just like bud
This blooms gradually with beauty soft nod.
Colour sprinkles the memory, mind to colour,
For short span it comes in life pours flavour.