Standing here in the Paediatric ward , Peering through the double glaze window , My attention focused on the cute tiny babies , In their comfortable cradles , Sleeping in such peaceful harmony , God has given them a gift , The gift of life , But with this gift comes an enemy , An enemy that we cannot defeat , Look at what this enemy has done to us ? , We too were once babies , As cute as the babies , That so lie in their cradles presently , We used to talk the so now , Unspeakable baby rheoteric , Screaming ,crying , playing as babies do , Look at what this enemy has done to us ? , We grew from babies to adults , Undergoing a complete metamorphosis , In which the days,months, And years of our lives , Passed by like a speeding bullet , We awoke to each sunrise , Little did we realise , That it was to our own demise , Little were we aware , Of how each second of every minute , And how each minute of every hour , Had changed us all , So is there anything at all , That can defeat this Enemy ?
Reason for writing:
I was thinking about how my childhood was spent . I realised that went by very fast and i did not even remmember much of it .Except for the fact that i used to bite strangers when i was young, lol ! But just thinking as well about the progression of my grandfather's age as i am attached to him much . How when he was not that old and when i was very young and the change which took place .
Birth sign: Aquarius
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