Infant's feed
Our infants need freedomThat may be granted to them seldom
We may offer them polluted milk
Wrap their body with costly silk
We will feel them icy winds
Not in open but from air conditioner to find
Everything unnatural in the name of prosperity
New product, new waves but with impure qualities
No fresh vegetables and no baby food
All unnatural and not making any good
All worries from the day of arrival
Only celebrated once as festival
They are our future and asset
How can we allow the things to let?
Will it not prove future crisis?
Something has to be worked out as thesis
We are seized with worries before their arrival
Any grave mistake on our part may prove very fatal
If we neglect or pay disregard on their upkeep
We will be caught later on even in deep sleep
We need to concentrate on their physical build up
They may be very active when age catches them up
Let us be more environments friendly and close
Then there won’t be any worry to pose
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