WITH LOVE (Poem)
by nihaomaccchina on September 11, 2008With Love
In the hands of a poor baby,
there was this a tity,
it was a tity of the right (side),
from it sprang no milk,
as that mother who had this teet
could barely produce her pinky,
to soothe her baby
completely un-suckled and mal-nourished,
bat-eyes, bad eyes baby's got- mixed,
Indian-born in African design,
As of the shape of this baby's head
AND it- a fast two-year old toddler,
Says " Oh I look like I'm only one!"
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