Dandling Childhood Poem by Bhargabi Dei Mahakul

To fall down on Earth life runs with vision. After birth mother holds to dandle the child. Ladies transfer the child from lap to lap and give their love. Just like clove many wait to watch smile of the child. All feel happy by doing so, but child cries at the rate. He too loves them all and never does hate. He remembers his past in each second. His idea does last and God remains in his mind. While he starts speaking many take fun of it. He hides and plays with sand. Mother runs behind him. While she runs behind child she searches for her childhood memory. At that time child says in his half word speech, "mom and mom." Hearing such a call her heart fills in emotion. With affection she picks up in to her lap. She washes mud and sand from his body and says, "Oh my child, in East coming sun rays you see. Surely child collects conch, shell, leaf and flower. Child is very much innocent and remains in pure state. Mother teaches to sing the child being first teacher. In chirping of child God's song ever rings. This creation is wonder and childhood is just like a bud. With beauty softness and gentle bowing it grows. Colour sprinkles the memory over time and mind. Mind sprinkles to colour. Childhood comes for short span of time in life. But it adds flavour in life. This poem is based on such theme. This is written in Odisha, India and dedicated to the people of the world.