The baby is not yet born.
The mother is waiting for labor pain.
The baby is yet to crawl.
He is not yet ready to strain his limbs.
The child has not yet learnt to sit up.
The vertical struggle is a long drawn task.
The toddler is not yet walking fast.
The first fall will be a fun to watch
Or a lesson of life to learn from.
The child is not yet enrolled for a back pack.
His mother thinks that daycare and preschool
Are destinations for passing the buck,
Concealing parental failures,packed in bags.
The Youth are not yet ready
To commit to the ground,
In terms of challenging careers
And the conflicting conjugal core.
From Childhood to adulthood,
It is not yet a full fledged growth
That stops wavering to choose the way
And starts planning to ward off danger,
To serialize programmes on priority.
Laggard from the womb to the world,
Crazy from the crib to the compact coffin,
Before one could learn to walk straight,
Life's load turns into horizontal weight.
P. Chandrasekaran.
The mother is waiting for labor pain.
The baby is yet to crawl.
He is not yet ready to strain his limbs.
The child has not yet learnt to sit up.
The vertical struggle is a long drawn task.
The toddler is not yet walking fast.
The first fall will be a fun to watch
Or a lesson of life to learn from.
The child is not yet enrolled for a back pack.
His mother thinks that daycare and preschool
Are destinations for passing the buck,
Concealing parental failures,packed in bags.
The Youth are not yet ready
To commit to the ground,
In terms of challenging careers
And the conflicting conjugal core.
From Childhood to adulthood,
It is not yet a full fledged growth
That stops wavering to choose the way
And starts planning to ward off danger,
To serialize programmes on priority.
Laggard from the womb to the world,
Crazy from the crib to the compact coffin,
Before one could learn to walk straight,
Life's load turns into horizontal weight.
P. Chandrasekaran.
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