Closed eyes and tiny ears
Balled innocent fists.
No nails, no threat.
Bald from head to toe,
Years before the sins of hair.
Not blind, not dumb
But, no wish to see
Or to be heard.
Waiting for food: milk
Drink: water.
What lovely life?! No
teeth to line the smile. No
wish to see a smile!
No wonder, its a lovely life...
-- Mohan
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