With a tender cry the mother leaps -
A hungry baby now profusely weeps.
From a calm dream he thus wakes
with the gentleness of snowy flakes.
Searching for mother as nature makes -
outstretch his hands as dawn breaks.
Wake, eat, sleep and then falls the light
as dreams come again into the night.
Swinging like a jovial, colourful kite,
it is how innocence take their flight.
Prasenjit©2022
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