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When a baby is born
When a baby came to into the world
When they came into existence in the true world
They came with joyous sound
Yes people say they cry
Thats a cry of joy
They came out singing for joy
They came out with different tones and musics
The lyrics of there songs is unexplainable
They music only defines happy moment
They sing and dont warry
They propagate and catalyses the happiness of there parents
The only true definition of the music is happiness


Oh the joy of a baby
As they are born
They dont know pain
They dont know sorrow
They dont know deciet
They dont keep malice for people
They had no enemies
They accept there parents for who they are
They dont care if they are rich or not
Tall or short
Black r white
Blind or not
Deaf or dumb
They came out with total acceptance
They are true definition of been innocent

All they know is sing for joy
All they know is smile
All they know is shout of joy
All they know is play
All they know is that the world meant happiness

They dont have any problems
But they are solution to a problem
They solve problem of barreness
They restore joy and happiness to there parents
They dont hate
Rather they love
They dont discriminate
Rather they accommodate
They dont course
Reather they bless the family

As they grow day by day
They got prettier,handsome and beautiful
As they grow
The joy of the family also grow
They sing with passion
They cry out with loud voice
They they cry out saying.....
Describing how beautiful the world is
The joy of a baby is the greatest joy ever

Sometimes i wish i could turn  back the hands of time and go back being a baby
Sometimes i wish i could go back to my mothers womb and be born again
Just to enjoy the feelings of been a baby
I wish i could turn back the rotation and the revolution of the earth on its axis
Yet all this are impossible
If am given three wishes
First is to go back as a baby
Second will be going back as a baby
Third will be going back as a baby
The joy of a baby is the greatest joy ever
Monisha Jul 2019
Oftentimes, sometimes, many times

I search through
all the words I know
And there are many a few.

I rift, I raft
I sift, and cart
I search, and submerge  
Pondering over each one’s  usability and suitability.

Trying to find one,
the right one,
the tight one,
the oh so alight one.

Terse, specific, concise and precise,  
perfect, quintessential, robust,
mellow, complete, that cuts through the ice.  

Not squandered or meandered,
Jaywalking through,
lost or philandered.

That’s so true a vision,
captures my emotion,
Visions an  illumination
Offers description
Catalyses reflection
Provides  perspective,
Inspires action,
Or are just so perfect in their conception.

Then some are there, a little broken, sound woebegone and weatherbeaten
Through a life well lived, they are rooted if slightly moth eaten.
They wear history and tell many a tale,
Just their espousal sets you to sail.

My favourite ones are a  beacon of hope, encouragement, love and touch you to the core,
A ****** of laughter, a pirouette of flirtation, a wordful gaze, touching the heart, stimulating the mind, soul searching, words words words, those ones I love so.

Then some scare me to fumble, tumble and kazoomble freakishly so,
My pupils dilated, my breathing short, dark, dismal and morbid, less of them is more.

Some are just there, need to be,
alone they are nothing, combined they provide the  key,
They coexist happy in their role in the larger plan.
Is it you, or is it me,
Ah those words...

but sometimes, just sometimes
Words just are not enough,
They are just not enough to get anything said,
Then all  I can say is
Nothing!

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