From purity of time arrives a baby. <br />Sprinkles a glow on every face, <br />Often crying and smiling with gums, <br />Slowly comes around creeping. <br /> <br />Days disappear behind veil of night. <br />Many stars retired hurt in collision. <br />Rest, rests in black holes of uncertainty, <br />witnessing tides of life ‘n death. <br /> <br />Gathering a lot of moss baby grows, <br />Years stole away chubby innocence <br />Heart, body, and mind filled by filth. <br />Thoughts brainstorm wrecking hearts. <br /> <br />Baby leaps into child hood fantasies. <br />Arrogant adolescence, to a youngster <br />Medieval middle age worn out in hurry <br />casting an evil eye, on surroundings. <br /> <br />Many creepers climb on your swing. <br />Swaying in moments of glow ‘n glee <br />Eating you away in bits and pieces, <br />parting quickly leaving you in midair. <br /> <br />Ending up in an old age home with a sigh, <br />Your silent cry suffocates tear-filled pillow <br />Winged on despair of dooming darkness, <br />Your filthy rag doll keeps you company. <br />_________________<br /><br />Satheesan Rangorath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rag-dolls/
