Simple poetry.
A new born child,
like a pearl coming out of shell,
tender hands like sponge,
know not he stepped in hell.
Cries with the first step on earth,
God made him aware of life,
that he has to face pains and troubles,
with his soul alive.
No thought he has,
nor any feelings,
he spend his days,
laughing and playing.
Only thing he knows is,
the love of his mother,
who gives him her life,
like no other.
Has he no hopes,
nor has any wishes,
unless he grows up,
and his wounds cover with stiches.
so cute,Thank you 
Very Sweet!!
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