Creation of the Almighty which arrives crying
euphoric the man, the woman sighing
the solace which comes after what seems like years
shrieking, babbling; with great fears
away from its dark surroundings, in the world of light
Breathing, seeing, feeling; having eyesight
The innocent infant knows nothing
knows no good, no evil not a thing!
his life composes of eating, sleeping & screaming
mother’s lap is pure pleasure where he comes leaping
his mind is what can be said of soft clay
easily molded into anything in any way
This wonderful transition is wild
from an innocuous infant to a conscious child
who grows in intelligence and in stature
feeling his surroundings, interacting with nature
his wants and wishes are increasing
and craze of various things is unceasing
Yes, the child is growing
the water under his bridge is steadily flowing
fruit of upbringing is showing
Now a parent reaps what for years he is sowing
Childishness is almost extinct
in his mind now maturity sits
his expressions are clear and speech succinct
Sans innocence the man exists
Check out my other poems at ahsanshiekh22.wordpress.com
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
Creation of the Almighty which arrives crying
euphoric the man, the woman sighing
the solace which comes after what seems like years
shrieking, babbling; with great fears
away from its dark surroundings, in the world of light
Breathing, seeing, feeling; having eyesight
The innocent infant knows nothing
knows no good, no evil not a thing!
his life composes of eating, sleeping & screaming
mother’s lap is pure pleasure where he comes leaping
his mind is what can be said of soft clay
easily molded into anything in any way
This wonderful transition is wild
from an innocuous infant to a conscious child
who grows in intelligence and in stature
feeling his surroundings, interacting with nature
his wants and wishes are increasing
and craze of various things is unceasing
Yes, the child is growing
the water under his bridge is steadily flowing
fruit of upbringing is showing
Now a parent reaps what for years he is sowing
Childishness is almost extinct
in his mind now maturity sits
his expressions are clear and speech succinct
Sans innocence the man exists
Check out my other poems at ahsanshiekh22.wordpress.com
