A child is innocence wrapped in pleasure. The cynosure of every eye. Kanaka pondered. It was the same excitement she saw in almost all homes where there is a new born babe. But soon he/she emerges the ruler of the home asserting their tiny world of independence.
Tiny World
Little round eyes rolling,
Tiny hands and legs
Beating in the air,
Smiling with your toothless gum,
You steal
The onlooker’s heart.
This charm of winning,
Everyone’s affection and love,
Wanes away,
As you stand on your feet
Asserting your tiny world of independence.
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