These babies get naughtier day by day, <br />Not hearing me and loving me any way, <br />When it rains, she runs out to play, <br />When it shines, she likes to sunbathe, <br />When it thunders, she runs into my apron, <br />When there is a lizard, she screams with tantrums, <br />Feeding her is very difficult, the liquid food, <br />The toothless mouth hard to hold, <br />Spits on my face with ‘love and care', <br />Bathing him is not easy. He plays with water, <br />Soap and foam are the disasters, <br />The man in him is always there, <br />With perfect pant, shirt and a wallet, <br />Comb their flimsy hair with blunt comb, <br />Answer their silly questions, <br />With answers they want, <br />Taking them to the doctor, <br />On every fall and infection, <br />Looking at them with teary doubts, <br />Of how long and how many years, <br />Brain may send the wrong signals, <br />For them to behave childlike, <br />As long as they are alive, <br />I am there to provide and care, <br />Both known each other for decades, <br />Showered me with what I needed, <br />They are the wilted flower and <br />The shrunken apple with no glamour, <br />They are the dried fragrant flowers, <br />Wearing adult diapers.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-babies-are-born-twice/
