The First Cry

All you can hear is his eeny-weeny cry,
which no one can stop, even if we try.
 
It is all the young born can give,
you know, the baby also knows it has to live.
 
Everyone is happy that the baby is not dumb,
otherwise we would have felt our life so numb.
 
The mother cries in happiness so sheer,
the young jesus feels so so near.
 
The physicists have another success story to tell,
but all the baby can do is yell, yell and again yell.
 
Have we ever wondered in this mother world,
what he wants to say, the newly born child.
 
You might tell it is just like a blurp or slurp,
but I feel it 's the unending cry for help.
 
You might tell I am a pessimistic dude,
but face it, the world is so rude.
 
You might tell me to just shut up,
but the baby, it just can't give up.
 
It's for life, the baby has to try,
all we hear is a cry, a cry, a cry.

The First Step by Suman Dodril

One small step for man, a giant leap for mankind:

What about an young child, which cannot have pride:

In showing it can walk, neither can it talk:

Crawling on all four, it becomes so so bore:

What makes man different to which are apes indifferent:

Just to stand straight, and watch the sun rise bright:

That's where we have to hedge, to try to look over the edge:

It's a baby's first step, it's really the first step:

In a world so new, which they know so few:

It's a mother's delight, to see her son stand upright:

She now feels so secure, though it might be a little obscure:

An act of absolute imbalance, in life to get some balance:

It's a baby's first step, of course, it's a giant leap.