Let the babies sleep in the love of their homes, <br />Cold and warm: the comfortable dorms, <br />Of deep holes, nests, hives and pouches, <br />In the mouth of sharp teethed kind prisons, <br />Where the love teeth hug the surface of the skin, <br />Let them take rest until they become toddlers and then adults, <br />Baby, you sleep in the sarong that hung to the roof, <br />Swing baby, swing, have your mother’s milk, <br />That is delicious than any other gourmet that can be sold, <br />We have no fans to wipe away your sweat, <br />Our home is not air conditioned, God is very partial, <br />He lets our place to be rained and dried spatial, <br />We have the neem and banyan trees around, <br />To shake their heads without any protests, <br />Babies, when you would grow up to be adults, <br />We could have already messed up this world, <br />Take care of your counterparts in flora and fauna, <br />Until then sleep baby, <br />Sleep to be the strong human, <br />let the babies in the adult human, <br />get pacified to look through the truth and lies..<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/babies-of-the-earth/
